The soil here was rich and fertile and totally absent the dead dry grains of black lava from inside the bowels of the mountain itself. She mused to no...one in particular that they mused have been transporting the rich soil from down in the valley for hundreds of years to make such a luxurious garden.She was greeted by a huge monk in brown robes and sandals that exposed his well-manicured toenails. Mikko keep her eyes down which was not unusual but on this occasion she continued to keep them down. Our last names were next to each other on the class roll, and that's how the professor paired us off.It took about half the semester for her to see me as anything but her project partner. She was a little hesitant about getting into a relationship, because she was a little shy, she was really, really serious about her school work, and she'd been burned by a high school boyfriend.But, little by little, I drew her out. When we were together working on the project, we talked about ourselves, and I. Like the view of the sun rising above the mountains or the full moons rays glistening on the waters of a secluded lake. Its sight truly wonderful to behold. Miranda callused in the seat next to mine as I pulled to the window. Still staring at her beauty with her cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling. The speaker on the drive through intercom can to life with a boring tone of displeasure. “Can I take your order?” The monotone voice demanded. And just like that the magic seemed to leave the. Often he’d find time to entertain her son, and sometimes she’d even join in with them. But the times he liked best were the ones in which he found himself alone with her. It was in these rare moments that he almost felt like she could be his. Like something really might happen that would cause them to slip beneath surface politeness, and find themselves together as they might in a world without consequence.But no matter the occasion, these pleasant evenings would almost always end with his.