[ He thinks that's the end of it once he lets the guy know he sees him, but is pleasantly surprised when he turns and find that he's sat next to him. Nick's eyebrow raises in surprise, and he can feel himself gaping when he's given that little gesture. It's been a while since anyone has signed at him, though he automatically assumes that people don't know ASL. It's uncommon, and in a place like Montana, probably very seldom used.
The guy seems a little hesitant, maybe worrying if he's using the right word or remembering how to do it. It's vastly more than he anticipated. Setting his beer down, he turns in his seat. Smiling, he puts his index and middle fingers together and puts them to his forehead, and draws them away in something like a salute. Then he brings his open palm toward his chest and makes the first sign again with both hands and crosses his paired fingers on top of each other and finishes by spelling out his name.
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The guy seems a little hesitant, maybe worrying if he's using the right word or remembering how to do it. It's vastly more than he anticipated. Setting his beer down, he turns in his seat. Smiling, he puts his index and middle fingers together and puts them to his forehead, and draws them away in something like a salute. Then he brings his open palm toward his chest and makes the first sign again with both hands and crosses his paired fingers on top of each other and finishes by spelling out his name.
Hi, my name is Nick. ]