“When I see you looking at me, I can feel like you know what I’m going to say before I say it.”I smiled at her knowingly. “I’m not psychic,�...� I reminded her. “But I feel a connection to you that I didn’t even know was missing from my life. When I look at you, nothing else seems to matter. When I kiss you, nothing else seems to exist.”She grinned at me sweetly and we kept up a steady dialogue of lover’s chatter, murmuring sweet nothings across the table to each other. It must have been very. I drove the 30 miles with my mind racing. He told me he would be wearing a button down blue pin striped shirt. I spotted him immediately upon entering the store. He appeared to be a few years younger than me and a few inches shorter. He was pale white and lightly freckled, muscular clearly even with his shirt on. I nervously approached him and introduced myself. He told me his name was Patrick and folks called him Pat. His hand shake was firm and honest. He had light blue eyes and well. There were ten tables in the small dining area, and three of them were occupied. Two or three people looked our way, but no one paid us much mind. We picked a table where we could see outside, and sat down.The young woman who’d spoken to us showed up a minute later with menus, and we gave her our order – pancakes, bacon and eggs over easy for us both, with coffee. She returned a moment later with the coffee, and we settled in to wait for our plates.“Do you think our friends will show up?”. " They're all pretty good by me. I mean they aren't pro's or anything, but, they're all better than I am." You're taller though. How danged tall are you now, Gary? I'm six one, and you look a lot taller than me." Gary stood up. I knew he was either twelve, or, possibly had turned thirteen. He was at least three inches taller than I was. He was still very thin though. I doubted he weighed more than about one twenty five, or one thirty at the most. He reached down and picked up his basketball.