Jim held Ali's hand as they walked to the car and it was a weird feeling.  Somehow she had lost all the mystique that had scared him away before.  She was still beautiful, but Jim could see the hurt little girl under the skin.  He suddenly felt like her big brother.  "Hop in," said Jim as they got to the car.  "Starbucks ok?"  There was one around the corner and Jim figured it shouldn't be too busy on a Sunday evening.<br/><br/>The two of them arrived at the Cafe and ordered drinks.  They found some seats far from anyone else and sat down.  Jim didn't say anything for a while, he just sipped on his coffee letting things slowly percolate through his brain.  It was not that he was ignoring Ali.  On the contrary he met her eyes several times, there were just no words to follow and so they would break the gaze and look back at their drinks.<br/><br/>Jim thought back to his Geek days in high school and college and tried to remember how many times he had sat and listened to one of his girl friends complain about this boy or that boy and how they hated them.  And Jim would dutifully listen, since that's what they all loved about him.  Underneath he knew that next week they would go out with that boy again or find a new one just like the old one.  He had seen the pattern so many times.  Now with Ali, he was forced to wonder, was she the same.  She had given up the life she said, but obviously she had returned to it for the Will thing.  Jim doubted she would like that thrown in her face right now, so he kept wisely quiet.  But the silence stretched on as they searched for a topic to talk about.