His fingers shook as he placed the key in her hand. She loved the slight tremor of his hands and felt it was a little secret they shared. He knew that she knew that he wasn't as tough as he once was.
"I always mean to tell you that you look very pretty," he said as he looked up from their hands to her face.
"Thank you, Walter," she said, "you are so kind."
"Well, it's true."
"Well, thank you. You made just my day."
And he had.
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