She works downtown too, so after we drove back and parked, we parted ways on the corner of 5th and Taylor. I gave her a hug, and she held on for a little longer than I expected.
You know the feeling, if you're speaking to someone and his/her face is a little too close to yours, or if someone is standing a little too close behind you in line at the store or at the ATM. It was that feeling.
I'm not averse to physical contact. It wasn't a bad feeling, just, well ... unexpected, I guess, considering we were both in business dress and on a busy street corner downtown, but I didn't want to rudely break away, so I held her. At one point I did drop one arm from her back, signaling that I was ready to disengage if she was, but she kept holding on, so I put my arm back around her. It lasted at least two minutes. Maybe more; I really didn't think it would have been appropriate to look at my watch to time it.
I'm trying to remember having hugged someone for that long. Two minutes is a long time to hug someone you're not dating or related to by blood or marriage. It was so long that I felt obliged to ask her if anything was wrong, and then felt stupid right after I said it. I just got the feeling that she just wanted to be held.