“Its my dream,” Richard began with a chuckle. “I shouldn’t laugh really. One shouldn’t laugh at one’s dreams.”
Kerry smiled at him across the dinner table. He had hardly touched his steak as yet, and she had almost finishe hers.
“I’m not boring you am I?” he asked leaning across to touch her hand.
“Not at all,” she replied, as a flush of warmth shot up her arm.
“Communication is hard for me,” he explained. “Which is why my dream of transplanting a full keyboard into someone would be much easier, don’t you think?”
Kerry felt the warmth drain out.