The Handshake

The hand I shook with was wintrily cold, just like the coolness of laying your own body on the bathroom floor in the morning. In contrast to that perfectly warm contagious smile carved upon his cheery face. I almost reflexively dropped that frosty hand of his as if it were going to burn mine off. I glanced at his hand in mild disgust and then back at his face, which was now grinning like a naiveté.
“Hm, what?” he asked as he watched me with those eyes. Very normal and bordered joyfulness. I was puzzled. Our hands still linked; which were frozen in midair, unmoving. Blissfully unaware. I shifted my gaze to his facial expression. They were unreadable, the surface was happiness but as I concentrated deeper onto his face, something was off. Something very wrong. He looked curious now, like a little boy. Childlike and intrigued. Was it the eyes? No, they looked normal; like any other hazel-eyed person. He chuckled slightly as he started to be amused by my strange behaviour. Our hands were still stuck in a handshake.
“What’s up?” he quizzed. I ignored him and then focused on his lips. They were still upturned, etched into a smile filled with positivity, fresh hope and something I couldn’t recognize. I scrunched up my face in deep thought, trying to figure out what it was. His smile crept the heck out of me as it stayed fixed in that position.
“You’re holding my hand,” he said, suppressing a laughter. How cute. I glared back at him suspiciously as he tried to look innocent and hid his other hand behind his back. Somehow, it was a weird combination, a weird match. The way he stood, his posture was slightly off. After several minutes of grueling attempts to figure out what the mystery was, I gave up and finally slapped his hand away. His reaction was peculiar. He smiled again, this time with a hint of familiarity; and something else.
“All right, then. Goodbye.” he bode and turned around to walk away in a normal fashion. I waved at him and watched his retreating back. I sighed. So weird. Before he disappeared at the exit, he spun his head a little. Then, he smirked. He gave a smirk that revealed entirely what was wrong. What I have been trying to look for all this while were hidden intentions. It was a huge shock. He vanished as he went out the building, leaving me bewildered where I stood. I stared at my trembling hand which he just shook. There were scratch marks at the back of it where he dug his nails in. It was also red and bruising from where he had constricted with force. I curled it into a tight fist, clenched my teeth and tried swallowing my fear.
“S***.” I hissed under my breath. What a fearsome character.