Silent Connections

low down. She sat at her usual corner table, ostensibly absorbed in her book. Yet, every few minutes, her eyes wo

ackground as he stole yet another glance in Liza's direction. The fleeting eye contact, the shy

frustrated by the unspoken connection. It was in these stolen glances t

her heart racing. Daniel stood there, holding two streaming cups of coffee, a hopeful smi

roken. The unspoken became spoken, and the possib