I'm sorry, he says.What? Why?You're fixing everything I set down. He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things.Oh, it's okay, I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. You can touch anything of mine you want.He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I've said. I didn't mean it like Not that would be so bad.
"I'm sorry," he says. "What? Why? You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things."
"Oh, it's okay," I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. "You can touch anything of mine you want." He freezes, a funny look crossing his face before I realize what I've implied. I didn't mean it that way, but it sounds like I might."