"hey, how ya doin'..."
With her light touch on my forearm and that beautiful smile, with the glint in her eyes, a promise. A promise of glory, of intimacy, of closing the door on the world behind us, and then sweet oblivion.
"ok, better, it has been a hard January..."
Sometimes it all seems so easy, just let the world disappear as you dissolve the distance between each other and become the one true essence.
"um, I gotta run...I'm on the clock."
Another smile, even more beautiful, and then the spell is broken. The promise remains unfulfilled. We both know better anyway.
" see ya..."