Haruki Murakami. Kafka on the shore (№ 180446)

I blushed slightly and shook his head. Laughing, Saeki-San back into the next room to a couple. Without rising from his chair, I looked after her: surprisingly gracefully and naturally she goes. Don't know how to say this, but in her manners and movements were something special. Turning back, she just wanted to hand me something. What you can't put it into words. Will not give when you stand face to face. But I didn't understand what she wanted to tell me. I actually didn't understand much.