He is no longer the same man; she is no longer the same girl. This past year has changed everything.A year ago, if he would have entered this café, h...s back would be hunched, his eyes cast down and there would be no trace of the smile that is now playing on his lips. He might have been dressed the same, but he would have looked completely different. His beard is greyer now, but he does not look older. It’s funny what a year can do to someone, being a good or bad year.He comes here quite often.. But when he got close to give her the bill, her hands shot out and grabbed his coat.She smiled while seeming to stare right through him. Then she lashed out with a yellowed nail and stabbed him in the throat. One dark drop of Jeff's blood ran down an ashen index finger before she licked it off. The smile never left her face.Jeff was horrified and tried to bolt, but the old woman was much stronger than she looked. He was unable to take even a step so firm was her grip."Young man, you tread a. I began taking an interest in this and would look at her. She never made any moves to make me feel like she wasn’t liking it. This continued for about two weeks. One day she came in very early to do her work. Since it was a weekend, I got back into bed and told her to continue. Since I was sleepy and since she had come very early, I lied down instead of getting the newspaper. When she came to clean my bedroom, she saw me lying down and asked me if I wasn’t feeling well.I decided to take this as. In addition, he too had fallen head over heels for her.She had this funny way of getting him to talk to her about things, he hadn't told anyone for years. Like the fact aboout how he and his deceased wife wanted children, but were unable too. At times he wondered if he'd missed something by not adopting kids. However, they never seemed to have the time, his job kept him out of the house a lot.He then wondered if Natasha wanted kids, Oh God, he was too old for that kind of nonsense--or was.