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smiles, knowing that he has succeeded. He kept her interested,
entertained. If he could only keep her curious. “If my reality
was only as interesting as her fantasy.” he thinks. “I am working on my Ph.D. at NYU, in Anthropology. No trust fund, though. Are you disappointed?” He looks down at his lap, not knowing what reaction he is about to receive. Then, he gains courage and stares right at her. Like a fisherman wiggles his hook to confirm that he has caught a fish, he looks at her and tries to assess if he still has her. She smiles. “I was half right. Does that mean I get one Cafe au lait?” They share a moment, a smile together. She is nicely entertained. Exactly to the right degree. Like toast that attains that perfect shade of golden brown. He glazed her, though only on the surface. Inside she is still untouched. He sits with her in this moment of silence, watching her aura emanate from within its limits, feeling he is experiencing bliss. He listens to his raving body. He is astonished by the sensations she has awoken in him. He stares at her beauty, not at her. He feels warmth. He feels home. He wishes to tell her all that he is experiencing right now, but is afraid to scare her away. He can no longer hold it inside of him. “Do you feel this? What I am feeling right now?” he whispers. “I don’t know. That depends what you feel.” She feels he is stabbing. She searches around her for a shield. She contracts her chest as if she has just been punched slightly below her collarbone. He bites his lower lip, thinking, selecting words that are worthy of defining this moment. “This. Us. The connection. I was drawn to come speak to you. I had no choice. It was beyond me. And now, the entire cafe is in better spirits. Our connection creates an equilibrium of some sort, can’t you see? I know that we are strangers to each other, but this all some how makes sense. It’s almost beyond our personalities and |
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