i'm sorry. did you? i'd never.

taking the seat across from her, his eyes wander
they glance for a minute at the logs, engulfed in red and orange and yellow
(he always liked the fall)
pausing for a second to stare into the distance until he met her eyes
they were green but golden as he examined them
almost counting her eyelashes; he studied
(she: the model, him: the artist)
two mugs of coffee appear between them
cream and sugar for both

i'm glad that you could make it
i'm sorry to have kept you waiting

their hearts were the only two beating in unison
in a room full of people

do you have the answer for me?
did you not have a plan B?

for the first time in her life, she felt safe
in a room full of strangers

i was counting on you
i'd never let you down

reaching across the table for her hand, she lets him embrace her thoughts
palm to palm, he wraps his fingers over hers
she has her heart on her sleeve and chipped nail polish
(to be continued)