“I’m afraid I can’t speak English today,” I dropped my hand down.
“What language would suit you?” it’s been a polite remark.
“Sign language,” I thought I can’t lose with that.
He showed me the first thing. I laughed brushing the joke aside. The conversation was not over yet, I could tell by his moving hands.
I shook my head gently, “I actually don’t understand...”
But he kept on showing off.
“Well, that’s just mean.”
“Oh,” he stopped, “so you do understand a sign language.”