The candle’s flame is muted by your lovely smile. We sat beside each other to share the view and now during dinner I feel your leg brushing gently a...ainst mine. You are radiant and my heart melts when you look me in the eye. We are talking, laughing and simply enjoying life this day, free from any worries oblivious to all the attention we are receiving. We look over the guests and decide they are too dull for conversational purposes. Most appear very unhappy. No matter we love the restaurant’s. My best friends were deserting me; Brian needed to go down to Stanford to attend a conference, and Mark drove up to Nova Scotia with his family. And Liz, well, she was a bit shaky. As often happens, an accident led to a misunderstanding. Two days before my birthday, I was over at Liz’s apart- ment. We usually spend most evenings at my place which is more private, but Liz insists sometimes that we hang out at her apartment so people know she really lives there, I guess. I had gone to. "It's not much, anyway."Hildy set the box on the back seat. She slid over on the seat so that she was close to him."I missed you," she whispered, and kissed him on the mouth.It was a quick kiss, but it was the first Jim had received from her since she had visited him during the football weekend. He felt himself move by impulse. He reached around her and pulled her as tight as he could."I missed you, too".He kissed her back, but stopped short of what he wanted to do."If we sit here in the. Yes, I did notice, but, to be honest, I know his type and he probably couldn’t care less. I’d normally avoid guys like him. He’s about twenty-eight or thirty years old, but he looks good, too good for his own good, tall, black hair and chiseled cheekbones and facial features, but what can I say? I’m feeling daring tonight.“Hmm… I’m Sam Watkins,” he says, taking a card out of his wallet and handing it to me. I smile and accept the small cream square of card. His name is written in an elegant.