<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156030.msg7146011#msg7146011">Quote from: Lilliana Rue on October 29, 2012, 06:40:02 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fiona came back with his order, setting it down with a smile. "I don't know what it is about <em>The Tempest</em> that gets me; it's a mixture of the characters, the pace, and the fact that when he wrote it, Shakespeare meant it as his farewell to theatre. It adds a bit of melancholy to it that just hits me every time I read it." She looked up as the door chime pealed again. "I'll be back to check on you in a minute," she said, and walked over to greet the new arrival, her attention still back at the counter with Farookh. She enjoyed the rapport they'd developed over the last few months; he was bright, soft spoken, and something about the way he looked at her drew her like a moth to a flame. She prayed she'd muster up the courage to ask him out; she knew he was interested, just not sure how much.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I dont know much about his work other than a play by him called the Merchant of Venice I remember vaguely some of the characters and a scene about a pound of flesh it was a long time ago. Your love for his work has left me intrigued." As she walks away slowly he takes another sip of the coffee. Even in a room filled with people that have her attention she makes him feel like he has her all to himself.<br/><br/>He tries not be too much of a distraction but when he is with her he cannot help himself.<br/><br/>He fumbles around his coat to look for his treasure. An envelope and a rose. While she attends to the guests he arranges his gift.<br/><br/>A nervous wreck he ends up dropping it on the other side of the counter. He goes down to look for it but there isn't enough room for him to reach it and he watches as his perfect plan comes crashing down as he gets back up to his seat. Fiona is now standing at the counter on the other side...<br/><br/><br/><br/>