"I figured it all out," she said with a laugh.
"Here you go."
Sam handed the sheet of paper to Isaac from across the table.
Isaac reached for his reading glasses,
Glanced at the paper,
Turned it over,
Flipped it back to the other side,
And said, "It's blank. You got me, what is it?"
Sam snatched it back,
Eyed the paper while mumbling to herself,
Looked at Isaac,
And folded it neatly before putting it in her pocket.
"Well?" he said.
"Well what?" she asked, reaching for the last french fry on his plate.
"What did you figure out?" Isaac said, pulling the plate from her reach.
"I figured out that you get the same look on your face when you're trying to read my mind," she said.
"I'm confused," he said.
Sam reached over,
Patted his hand gently,
Swiped the fry from his plate,
And said, "Exactly."