Twist

She twists her ankle. He notices and approaches to help her. It hurts but she hides her pain with a giggle. He takes her to a bench where she sits. Do you want me to call an ambulance? he asks. She waves her hand to suggest that it doesn't seem necessary. He sits beside her and types a message in his cell phone. He will be late at the meeting. She tells him to take her shoe and sock off. An invitation to massage her foot and injured ankle follows. Now it's his time to giggle. He proceeds, awkwardly. She thanks him and tells him it's doing her good, but he should not rub her skin so hard please. And so the story goes.