He sits by himself at a table for two.
The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, ?Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?? The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o?clock — almost half an hour.
?No, thank you,? the man smiles. ?I?ll wait for her a while longer. How about some more coffee??
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sports coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologne adds to his clean cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved...