" The usual Yes!" . He smiles back as he gets a glimpse of her books . "The tempest again! you must tell me more about that play why you keep going back to it.".<br/><br/>She smiles and goes into the kitchen. He sips on his coffee and admires her as she goes about talking to her father and arranging things that are out of place. She knows he watches her and has caught him in the act before but this was a game and she was winning.<br/><br/>It was three months ago he remembers he first came here. The place looked similar but she loved to change things around and he loved that every time he came back there was something a little different. She was the same way with her own look there was always something a little different. Sometimes a different hair style or a streak or a different outfit. She took care of herself.<br/><br/>At first he had not even noticed her she was subtle that way. He was with a client and when she came to the table she just was a pleasure to talk there was a sexiness about her that just came from her confidence it was just how she conducted herself that lit up the room. He started coming back for more and would look forward to it each day. He would flirt with her giving her a compliment or two and she would play along.<br/><br/>He thought about asking her out each day but if he could easily screw it up so he just waited for the right time.<br/><br/>Today he thought is the perfect day he had got two tickets to her favorite play and he would just leave them in with the check and a note.<br/><br/>"Relive your most treasured piece of art with me. I have seen in you beauty and grace.<br/>I hope that you see in me a man worthy of your company.<br/>Love Farookh"<br/><br/>He waited for her to come back patiently.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>