She sat,
in a corner by the window.
She sipped her
herbal tea without
hurry,
lazily savoring the flavor
as she watched the
business people
walking by the coffee shop
downtown.
Her head rested in her palm,
and her auburn hair spilled
down her back,
and the sun caught
the golden glints
from the reflection
in the window.
As she looked outside,
she noticed
a man walking by
on the other side of the street.
He was dressed casually,
with a camouflage jacket.
It suited him,
and she suspected that he
had earned it, rather than the latest trends
require.
The man was looking for
something,
or someone,
yet he didn't seem
uncomfortable being lost.
He looked around him,
looking at the shop signs nearby.
He scanned the windows next,
and when he looked across the street,
their eyes met,
and held.
She didn't breathe.
She felt her heart
accelerate,
and finally looked away
to catch her breath.
When she looked back,
he was still standing there.
He turned to leave,
and put out his hand
as if to say something,
but then stopped, as if remembering the
distance,
and just smiled.
He walked away,
and entered a shop
down the street.
She lost track of time
as she sat there,
thinking about him.
She got another cup
of tea,
and picked up
a magazine on
the way back to her table.
When she got there,
the man was sitting
in the seat next to hers,
watching her walk over.
Shyly,
she sat down,
and self-consciously
pushed her hair away
from her face.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi."
His voice sent
shivers down her spine,
and she was trembling
as she looked at him.
Up close she could
drown in the
azure blue
of his eyes,
appreciate his broad
shoulders,
and savor his smile.
When they finally
spoke,
it was akin
to the breaking
of the Hoover Dam,
and when he took her hand,
it was like coming home.

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