Excerpt?

"The lines in your hands are the maps to show you who you are," he told me.

As I looked at my hands I realized that the lines were blurry and complicated.

"They get blurrier when you frown," He told me. "And clearer when you smile."

"Is that how it works?" I asked, tracing a few.

"Go ahead." He smiled and took my hand, "Quote me."

Im not so sure where this is going.