I hesitated, but then felt the warmth of his brown blazer brush up against my arm. The jolt of his familiar presence erased any fear I had.
The words came smooth and uninterrupted. I could see that he was listening, really listening. His brown eyes fixed on me. He didn't stare, but took in my whole presence. Occasionally, he would not or smile when I made a joke, but the whole time, he listened.
When he finally spoke, his warm voice melted across my face.
This was a writing exercise I did with my students. They had to choose a poster in my room, specifically a character from the poster, and write a descriptive mini-memoir. We all had to then guess which poster/character they chose. Can you guess mine?