She was so nervous. Her mind had already been fed with so much falsity and death. Life was dwindling within her. She closed her eyes, ready to submit.
Then she felt something brush against the cavity of her mind. She was suddenly infused. She reached out. She reached across the table and touched his face. She had been so nervous up to this point. She had almost given up.
The face looked back and returned the gesture. The feeling in the room changed from a sun-heated cement wall to a snow-cooled mountain stream. The affect was refreshing.
The pieces of cement in her own heart melted.
She was alive again. She had reached out. The face across the table was beautiful, was radiating with a soul loved by Love.
She felt even more Love herself. As she reached up and took His hand, Love smiled.