"When the stars shiver with the echo of our laughter," he whispered, gazing into the fathomless depths of her eyes. "Do you remember the way it used to rain, softly caressing the pavement, almost reverently?"
In the dim light of the cafe, a table hidden in shadow conceived words tread cautiously with silk-gloved hands, weaving delicate truths that might awaken dawn.
"The coffee taste bittersweet tonight," she mused, delicately touching the rim of her cup, "like whispered secrets longing to find yet another soul to inhabit."