Now it’s my turn to be intrigued. I hold up my index finger toward him, an unspoken agreement to the promise. I wonder if he even remembers our little gesture. It was something like a secret handshake, inspired by our love of movies made in the seventies and eighties.
I think it remembers it if he’s does the little touching index fingers, and like a handshake with his teammates and fans, so I doubt he just forgot where he learned that from.
