A girl of some interest seemed to glace at me from across the room. She appeared to be talking to a friend of hers. She was talking to him, and she seemed to be telling him about ever aspect of her day. I was tired, yet even I could sense that deep affection illuminating from that girl’s smile. She seemed to study every square inch of his face as she twirled her hair through her fingers. It was apparent to me that she was glad for his company. I cast a fleeting glance at her companion. He had a certain look about him, as if he was prepared at a moments notice to listen to her for hours on end with no complaint. I smiled and watched as they continued on their way.