Fiona came back with his order, setting it down with a smile. "I don't know what it is about<em>The Tempest</em>that gets me; it's a mixture of the characters, the pace, and the fact that when he wrote it, Shakespeare meant it as his farewell to theatre. It adds a bit of melancholy to it that just hits me every time I read it." She looked up as the door chime pealed again. "I'll be back to check on you in a minute," she said, and walked over to greet the new arrival, her attention still back at the counter with Farookh. She enjoyed the rapport they'd developed over the last few months; he was bright, soft spoken, and something about the way he looked at her drew her like a moth to a flame. She prayed she'd muster up the courage to ask him out; she knew he was interested, just not sure how much.