3:33pm. Thursday.

"You are late for our meeting."

Gulp.

After setting down her bag and portfolios, getting her drink and returning outside... this time on the left... he met her eyes again.

"What did I miss?"

"Well I can't just tell you... then you'd never come to the meetings."

This time he and her acquaintance were already joined in a threesome with another man. An old stalker of hers.

She opened up the green notebook and took out a clipboard with blank pages on it. she began going through the stack of papers, looking for a page she had been working on.

"So what is this arts and crafts thing you are doing?"

Twenty minutes later she had explained to him her project of the moment. Her heart. Her soul. The only thing giving her any sort of excitement these days.

And he listened. He smiled. He read.

But then again, so did her ex-stalker. He asked if he could contribute... that the world needed to hear him confess his love for her.

She prayed to the back of her head that she fielded the inquiry with the appropriate level of sarcasm and disdain, and turned her attention back to him. And his eyes. Hovering over her words.

She flew away, leaving her flip flops on the ground.