“Socializing is exhausting,” she said.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t like to talk about myself. And I don’t have strong opinions about things.”
“You’re a listener.”
She conceded with a shrug. “People have a habit of talking at me at length.”
“You must learn a lot of secrets.”
She stared thoughtfully at nothing in particular. “I learn more about the people themselves.”
“They like to talk about themselves. And they have strong opinions about things.”
She smiled. But the smile fled, and she stared at nothing in particular.
But now here was a rare fellow. He didn’t launch into a story about himself or inflict her with his opinion. He sat quietly and stared at nothing in particular. With her.
It was the best conversation she’d had for as long as she could remember.