David looked over the sketch Ella had made approvingly. "Very nice." he commented "I like the contrast around the eyes ... they look alive." He adds as he looks at the picture impressed. "Who ... ?" he starts to ask, trailing off as he realizes the answer. "It's them, isn't it?" he asks, knowing the answer. She had been imagining what they were going to look like for weeks. The couples had exchanged pictures, but Ella refused to look at them, preferring instead to spend hours speculating and imagining on her own based on nothing more than her chat conversations.<br/><br/>In the interest of playing this game with her, David also refrained from looking at the pictures. For him it wasn't so much about enhancing the sense of suspense and the unknown as it was for Ella ... it was simply that it didn't matter to him. David was a man who never wished to judge anything about a person based upon their appearance. Not appearances in photographs anyway. You could tell so much about a person from the way they moved, the way they interacted in their world. Body language was a powerful tool, but photographs rarely captured the magic of non-verbal communication. So, he too preferred to wait.<br/><br/>"Shall we post this up on the refrigerator?" David said, supposedly as a tease, but her moved into the beach house towards the kitchen as he asked. He put Ella's picture up on the refrigerator with some magnets for all to see. As David completed this task he noticed that he no longer had Ella's attention, but she was hopping up and down excitedly.<br/><br/>A car had pulled up outside. David found himself taking a deep breath.<br/>