"I'll be expecting him around noon then," she answered. "With those two keeping each other occupied, I won't have as much hustle as one might think."
She then leaned forward a bit, her hands still atop each other on the table. She just gazed into his eyes. His eyes were deep and she looked in as far as she could. She didn't really know why she was doing it but she was. Her mother once told her that a person's eyes were the gateway to their soul. For Doreen, maybe it was the first time she had been close enough to someone that she could look in. They were co-workers and friends but she enjoyed his company.
He was an intellectual, a caring father and buried within all of it, a still grieving widower. It was nice being able to sit with someone so gentle in such a hostile place. Her smile was soft as she stared before she finally leaned back a bit and gave a soft nod followed by a barely audible, "thank you."
She was satisfied and more relaxed. She took a sip of her seltzer and maintained her gentle smile. Yes, there was something about him that she liked.
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