The socks were thrust in my direction. I looked down at them and then up at him, hoping I didn’t look as flabbergasted as I felt. “Just wanted to . . . give you these,” he said, giving them a little shake. He thrust them again in my direction. “You know, for you.” “Don’t you need them?” I asked. “I have a couple extra pairs, and you have none, right?”
Such a sweet moment awwww.
