He looked at you strangely. Your forehead wasn’t as developed as his, nor did you have excess body hair. Your jaw wasn’t that rough, and your hands were probably half the size of his. You weren’t dirty either, and you definitely didn’t smell bad either.

He came over to sniff some more, and as he did that you walked away. You looked at the caveman with wide eyes, almost like you were going to pee in fear right there.

What struck him the most was the fact that you were his species. You were definitely another more developed variant, but you were a person. A woman. And he a man.

Naively and innocently he touched some locks of your hair, and you quickly pulled his hand away. He blinked incredulously.

He had found you there when he had gone out to hunt some prey. You were hiding in that cave because a predator had chased you, and now you were far from your clan.

"Stop." Your voice sounded surprisingly loud. You were scared. He had taken your hand to inspect your fingers.

He blinked in disbelief. His head swung gently to the side, and he frowned.

"Small hands." It was all he muttered with intense curiosity. His voice was raspy, quite deep.