[Drabble] Choices
At the potluck, the warm boy asks me in a nervous whisper, "What should I eat?"
I smile and shrug. Instead of making his own choices, he waits for me to make my selections before taking a little bit of everything I do. It is only at the end that his hand hovers over a bubbling pot of rich Mexican chocolate, darting sharp glances to me. I watch him, careful to neither encourage or discourage him. After a desperate look around the room, he finally ladles some of the spicy chocolate into a cup, holding it carefully to his chest.
I smile and shrug. Instead of making his own choices, he waits for me to make my selections before taking a little bit of everything I do. It is only at the end that his hand hovers over a bubbling pot of rich Mexican chocolate, darting sharp glances to me. I watch him, careful to neither encourage or discourage him. After a desperate look around the room, he finally ladles some of the spicy chocolate into a cup, holding it carefully to his chest.