"Yea you were always good at that Mike," said a voice from outside. A gentleman stepped through the sweet shop door carrying a brown leather briefcase. He wore a pin striped suit and had a mischievous smile as he held the door for a second man.<br/><br/>The latter stopped and looked around. "Where are you taking me today Tom?" He had a look of jovial wonder. He was blond haired, his face very sharp and well groomed as if he had had plastic surgery. He too was in a full suit, a trenchcoat over his arm and carried a black leather briefcase with a newspaper.<br/><br/>Tom looked at the menu and responded while thinking. "It's a bakery and sweet shop." He turned and winked to his brother, "and they have great coffee."<br/><br/>Mike threw his coat over one of the chairs and sat down at a table. "Bonus!" He stared at Tom for a few moments then grinned. He always had that look in court before he went in for the kill.<br/><br/>Tom looked back at the table. "What?" He hated when his brother baited him. Being the youngest it drove him crazy when they were kids. Once they had built a treehouse deep in the woods and every time he wanted to get inside, they would stare at him grinning until he remembered the password.<br/><br/>"Oh nothing," Mike smirked. "Just wondering if Sam's seen that new hair of yours yet."<br/><br/>"Like it?" he grinned. He ran his hands through his now short hair. Freshly cut, short and well groomed in a business style. He hadn't had his hair cut in a long time but felt it was a refreshing change; something new.<br/><br/>Tom turned back to the menu. Samantha was beautiful and believed herself to be. The thought of her brought stress to him. He loved her but lately she had appeared different to him. He didn't understand why.<br/><br/>"Mom's been telling you to do that for years," Mike laughed and shook his head. "You surprise me man." He opened up his newspaper and began to read.<br/><br/>Tom walked around the room enjoying the comfortableness of the atmosphere. He noticed the young lady with her flute case at the counter. Hold on to your dreams, he thought. Never let them slip away.<br/><br/>The smell was delightful and the assortment of treats was something he would have enjoyed in his earlier days. Past few years he had developed a distaste for sweets and more preferred the hard black coffee route. It seemed since he met Samantha, or Sam as he and his family affectionately call her, much of the things he loved had passed to the late nights of office meetings, and the endless discussions of what line of fashion Sam simply had to have, or how people weren't good enough for her. If only she could understand how beautiful people truly were.<br/><br/>He mused at the sweets of the shop and felt his heart open. His thoughts slipped into a haze as his feelings formed words that floated in front of him..<br/><br/><em>Whose finest samples,<br/>Of sweetness found,<br/>Be in thy heart<br/>With taste abound..</em><br/><br/>He sighed and pressed the black book of poetry he kept in his inside pocket. She may never.<br/><br/>He noticed another display of assortments toward the corner and curiously walked toward them. Lost in his thoughts of the wedding to come, the committment, how this would all make a great poem, he failed to notice a lady walking in his direction. Noticing his brother was busy he turned his back to him, and pulled out the book to scribble the words down.<br/><br/>Suddenly he felt someone knock head on into him. The book flew out of his hands and spun along the floor. He reached his hands out to make sure the other person was alright when he saw her standing before him. The sweetness of her eyes struck his soul on a level he did not register. Staring for a moment in shock, he blinked his eyes and shook his thoughts.<br/><br/>"I'm very sorry," he smiled feeling awkward. "Are you alright?" He looked at her concerned.<br/>