He was so handsome, this man, Tom, right, Tom Caulton or something like that. He must be very important, to put such importance on his last name the way he had last time they had met. But that smile, it was so open and excited, and the relief on his face when she offered up his poetry book made her own smile brighten.<br/><br/>At his words she tilted her head a touch to the side and let out a soft laugh "I think I might. I know it was probably horribly rude of me but in order to figure it out I opened it; you have such a lovely style though. Your writing is...so touching."<br/><br/>Her eyes dimmed a touch then, she glanced downward, at the floor, remembering how she had taken it with her to the doctors and read it while she waited, it had kept her nerves away, his eloquent writings. Part of her wanted to keep the tiny black book but that wasn't right. "Can I offer you anything? We have fresh cinnamon rolls right out of the oven and..." She trailed off, blinking confused for a moment as a headache found its way to her.<br/><br/>"I..I'll be right back." She flashed another smile before turning and hurrying into the kitchen, toward the sink and the cupboard above it that held her pain killers for the bad days. Her hands twisted the cap off and she shook out just one pill, getting a glass of straight water and downing it quickly. Ari leaned against the sink for a moment, breathing in as she tried to push away the hurt. It worked after a few minutes, and then she saw the clock and knew it was time to pull out the cookies and muffins.<br/><br/>The girl picked up oven mitts and slipped it on her her hands, going to the oven to pull out the racks, inhaling the fresh scent of the treats happily. She had made snicker doodles in this batch and as she was taking them off the rack she couldn't help herself from taking one up and breaking it in half to put a tiny bit of it in her mouth. "Mmmm"