An insecure step. Left arm down, right arm up. Inching forwards.
A confident step. Left arm down, right arm up. Stepping forwards.
The two torsos meet. Heads to the left. Small talk. Plans for the future. One enthusiastic person, one reserved.
Slowly, I relax. Let my head drop on his shoulder. Hug him tighter, closer to me.
One enthusiastic person, one undecided.
This is it — the first hug. Or is it? Maybe both had their reservations?