Shortly after the meeting, Crow knocked on Mary"s door. She opened the door with a smile. “Good morning again,” said Crow. “Would you like to have breakfast? I understand there is a nice place around the corner from the hotel.”
The restaurant smelled of coffee, bacon and maple syrup. Crow and Mary took a table near the back. They ordered buckwheat cakes, but barely touched them. It was a moment that each had lived in their heart, both believing it would never happen again. “What is happening to us?” Mary asked. “We"ve only just met.”
“I"m not sure, but I think it"s good. I feel as if I"ve known you all my life.”
“Yes, I feel the same, but I"m not sure what to do.”
“My father told me that you can"t force life. It"s going to happen its way, regardless. Let"s see where it takes us.”
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