Must be some kind of sugar toy, he thought.<br/><br/>He looked back down at them. Their shapes now kissed and held each other with passion. The twirls of their dance made his eyes slowly droop; music swung through their footsteps like snow on the currents of air, gliding in perfect motion and carrying his thoughts to another place. He slowly passed to where dreams awaken and reality is but a glimpse of itself... fading to memory.<br/><br/>He snapped awake to the sound of her voice. He blinked his eyes and felt a little silly; almost nodding off in a public place. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry but I have to get going too," he smiled looking very confused. The figures had stopped moving. He must have fallen asleep, and dreamt something.. couldn't remember. He yawned and looked again at the espresso, wondering why he was still sleepy.<br/><br/>He stood up and looked at her. Her gentle smile called to him, "I would ... very much like to see you again." He couldn't believe what he was saying. Only as friends, he told himself. Friends are allowed to have lunch or visit each other after all. Must be because of the dream.. still had him feeling sleepy.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the counter and saw the strange woman with the bells in her hair winking at him. Was it a dream? She mentioned she had created something... and would again. This was a mystery that he would have to consider but he didn't have time. The board of directors review was this afternoon and there was much to discuss.<br/><br/>With urgency he gathered his briefcase, made sure his poetry book was safe in his pocket and stood up. He looked in her eyes trying to tell her something but couldn't find the words, "How much do I owe you?" He smiled.<br/><br/>