Him

He smiled at her every time she glanced his way...

His muscles moved slowly up and down in his arm when he used them. It was the embrace that sat there, not going anywhere, like a question mark set forever at the end of a sentence. It was one she knew she wished to spend the rest of her life answering.

She was silent as her memories recollected fragments from each day - and each day a perfect day to recollect such valuable fragments. Alert, she knew in that moment of precision in her imgaination, that her heart was right. He was the most interesting person she had ever known.

Together, they sat, and looked into the other - as if heavy with wine - and drank uncontrollably of what was eternally nourishing.

Ava looked and she saw.

The way he used his notebooks, his scraps of paper abandoned everywhere... and this means, anywhere and everywhere. Sainsbury's packets would do the filing!

He had his ways, his artful ways, his moments of expression - even on his own face - and all of it... was utterly endearing.