Today was different. He went down to meet her at starbucks. Isabel waited for him with Charmaine's stuffy nose. He was different today. Blame the rain, blame her flu, blame his air of sophistication. Romance. The beauty of romance.

It had only been a few days. Not even a week. 5 days. The longing for one another kept enraging every night. The burning of passion, the warmth of touch. The coldness of distant calls.

The look, the touch, the kiss. Just like the first time.