I looked at her as she sipped her warm drink across the cafe table from me. Her delicate fingers returned the cup to the saucer with the slightest of clicks.
“What?” She asked smiling
“Nothing” I reached across and brushed a lock of hair away that was hiding one of her beautiful eyes.
“We should”, I replied.
We both stood and at the same time
re -wrapped our scarves around our necks. We laughed.
We interlocked arms, then released them to hold hands and started down the tree lined street towards our home.
Sunday afternoon at its best.