Looking up at his approaching figure, Hannah smiled.  “Good afternoon, Andrew.”  Watching him sit in his chair across from her in the bistro, “it’s wonderful to see you again.”  As they talked about their day, she ordered a Quinine Sour and they shared an appetizer.  Glad she didn’t call and cancel their liaison, time flew by before they paid the tab and headed to see the exhibits.  She thought going to the museum would be a good way to see if they shared artistic sensibilities. They discovered evening visitors made for smaller crowds, making the experience together more intimate than imagined.  At times, they were the only two people in a wing.  Talking in lowered tones, their voices still carried through the large spaces.