They sat in silence, sipping coffee, like one of those couples who often frequent coffee-shops. His eyes on her, tracking her every move. His cold amber eyes rested on her full figure and turned to warm toffee. He could see his friends found her attractive - she was dressed in one of the skirts they had picked out together at the flea market, her bare arms hanging at her sides like a schoolgirl's. It was the first time he noticed how vulnerable she looked. Just like his own child. the thought made hum curl up in himself and his chest tightened.
He spent time looking at her, taking in her beauty, even as they sipped on warm cups of cappuccino and shared bites of a warm buttered scone. He decided there probably wasn't any man, as her child-like demeanour captivated him and broke the walls he had built so high for himself. How could she look into his eyes so fiercely if her heart belonged with someone else?
He wanted to ask about love. About heartbreak. How long did it take for her to turn from a young twenty-nine year old into this creature with light eyes, irises tinged with grief? He wanted to clasp her hand in his, and feel it resting against his skin. But it was getting late.
"Let me drop you home,"he said.
"Do you wanna go for a movie?"she asked.
"How about Tubelight? It's running in town?"
For a moment, he was tempted to kiss her. She looked so young and endearing, so sweet and shy. But he didn't.
Instead, they went for the movie and thoroughly enjoyed a new start to their friendship.