I was sitting in the window of Vegie Bar and the sun was shining. I had an endless supply of coffee within reach, The Age in front of me and Nina Simone as the soundtrack. On the bench seat next to me was the hand of someone I am quite smitten with... occasionally this hand would reach out for mine, brush my leg or stroke my hair- all in a comfortable silence.
It's not too often that I feel like the cat who got the cream - but meow indeed.
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