She looked at him. She felt for him something above what she generally felt. The way she had not felt in a long time. She recalls not when she felt such for another. May be too long ago!
There was a yearning. A strange yearning. Undefined.
She pictured herself kissing him. She taking control, as would be the case, and him letting her do so. The lips locking, his hands gliding down her face. His kisses finding their own way, the lips straying and she wanting more from each kiss.
He smiles. Coffee half sipped.
She smiles back.
Back from her reverie…