It was more in the eyes and the smiles than in any overt and obvious physical change. It was the way that their eyes, always the window to the soul as...some guy in Stratford-on-Avon once said, twinkled and locked together at even the smallest of moments. It was the warmth and comfort in the little smiles shared as they shared a private joke or enjoyed seeing something interesting, funny or cute.All of these little signs tore at my heart-strings. They ate me up and crucified me each time I saw. I awoke as I heard the door creak, and a tinder box being struck to light an oil lamp. My first thoughts were that it was Emily, but a waft of perfume convinced me that it was a stranger.As a lamp was lit, the light reflected on the face of the candle holder I recognised her from the sketch straight away. She gave a little scream as she saw me, and said "I am sorry my Lord."I said "What are you doing here Mistress Jane?" My Lord I came to retrieve my sketches that your father and I made, before. And kinda cute too. They got into his car. Since when are you bi, Katie? She shrugged. I figured she might be able to join us some time. They drove down the road, simply holding hands. Then Katie leaned over and kissed his cheek. I love you, Kyle! He smiled. I love you too. So after you get a shower, what would you like to do? Mom and Dad arent going to be home until late. I say we order a pizza and watch a movie. I am too tired to do anything else. At the house, Kyle called in the pizza and. I really cannot remember what he looked like except that he wore faded jeans and a jacket over a chequered, open necked shirt. I do remember the shoes though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me. They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their.