It was really cold today. Marjorie was having her afternoon tea
at Délifrance in Time Square. She sipped her coffee
slowly and allowed her thoughts to drift, to wander without
direction of purpose. She wasn't surprised when she found
herself lingering in the past. Everything seemed to remain
the same, the place, the French songs, the wintry weather
of these days and even the air...
could bring her all the reminiscence of the past recollections...
She hadn't seen or heard of him since... at that moment,
she seemed like hearing a familiar voice from
somewhere in her mind...
"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"
"ur...no... this seat is vacant."
She answered and felt a bit strange that many seats
in the restaurant were vacant. However she did not really
look at his face and went on reading her book,
dunking a broken piece of baguette into her soup.
She felt that his eyes kept fastening on her; it made her feel
a bit uneasy.
She thought : What' wrong with me?
Did I leave any crumbs on my lips,
or what? She slowly turned to the mirror on the wall
and tried to find out if there was anything wrong with her.
When she turned back, she met his eyes.