February 3, 2010
There was a middle-aged woman at a greek restaurant who I immediately liked. She sat in a corner booth with a companion and was clearly enjoying herself. Her eyes were wide and expressive, and I saw no trace of judgment or apprehension in them when she looked my way. One of the waiters shouted Opa! as a flame sprouted into the air above an entree. I caught my reflection in the wall-length mirror as the plate simmered, critiquing the immutable expression in my own eyes; subsequently wolfing down the rest of my coffee in one gulp.