Digging Dr Jones

by Olivia Jackson

Even his smirk wasn’t happy. He read a menu and sipped his coffee. As I approached the table, he glanced up. His mouth curved into a full-beam smile that reached his beautiful eyes, softening his tired look. A pleasant sensation passed through me at his reaction. My presence had taken him out of a dark place and brought him into the light. I did that. I’ve never seen a man respond to me in the same manner. Should I leave and come back again, just so I could watch it one more time?

‘Non timeo. Inveniam viam meam ad vos’—I’m not afraid. I’ll find my way to you.