I tried to keep my eyes off her, but couldn’t stop myself, she was so beautiful sitting there looking down at the table with the lit cigarette in her hand. She glanced up and met my gaze. We smiled. The warmth in her eyes. The light around her. At the same time there was that slightly awkward insecurity that came over her when the moment was past and she watched her hand flicking the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. I knew where the feeling came from, I recognized it in myself, she was wary of herself and the position she was in.
