Marti rarely ate breakfast when she was at home, but somehow, on vacation, she craved breakfast.  She put her purse, at her feet, under the table, and slid the newspaper into the outer pocket of the bag.  She didn't need the newspaper to read, she had the company of a handsome and charming gentleman.<br/><br/>"Did you rest well?", came out of her mouth, at the exact same time as it did his, and they laughed together.  "Isn't this just the most beautiful place?" was also uttered at the exact same time, and she was amazed at their shared thoughts.  She smiled at him.<br/><br/>As the waitress brought his breakfast, she heard him ask to keep it warm, until her own could be prepared.  The waitress turned to her, and asked her what she would care for.  She ordered a cheese omelet, whole wheat toast, fruit salad, and coffee.  She couldn't help but think to herself, "Perhaps he wants to spend time with me, as much as I want to get to know him."<br/><br/>"You know, Jeremiah, you could have had your breakfast, I wouldn't have minded in the least," she told him, but secretly, she was glad he had done just that, if it meant delaying going their separate ways for the day.  She needed to see about a rental car, if she was going to see anything of the Island on her own.