"Could you pass the milk, dear?"

 Bob looked up from the sports page to hand her the jug. As she took it, their fingers brushed and she realized how long she'd been dreaming of this. So many years of living the same days over and over, hardly noticing the passing time. She hadn't been lonely, well, not in the crippling way some people were. But still, it hadn't been...this.

When he looked up again and smiled, she met his gaze with a shy smile.

He didn't speak, just reached for her hand.

Yes. This was exactly what she'd wanted.