He looked down slightly as she mentioned that his writing had touched her. He had only shared it once to a love long ago who had since passed this life. A prick of sadness stung his heart as his thoughts flew to freer days of his youth, when the sun held a thousand memories and each breath was a joy.<br/><br/>"I.. thank you." he smiled. For a reason he didn't understand he didn't mind that she read it. In fact he felt a strange compulsion to share more with her. He saw them walking in the park holding hands and sharing their hearts; sun shining through the marigolds and maple trees; a slight breeze carressing its branches shining beams of sun across the ground...<br/><br/>Sam's face flashed in his mind. Her image shook him and he suddenly remembered his life and turned away from her. What was he thinking! He quickly composed himself as she asked him if he wanted anything.<br/><br/>"Oh yes," Tom said and looked around the shop. "I'll have an espresso black." Her look surprised him. Something had distracted her.<br/>As she walked off to the kitchen he found a place at one of the tables and placed his briefcase on one of the chairs. Unbuttoning his suit jacket he sat and looked around. Business had picked up as more customers had come in.<br/><br/>He opened his poetry book and smiled to himself.<br/><br/><em>My love Is a flower<br/>Upon which thy grace<br/>Warms my heart.</em><br/><br/>He ran his hand along the page then closed it and watched the people milling about.<br/><br/><br/>