Walking the brick-lined streets downtown, Jessica spotted something unusual out of the corner of her eye. Grabbing my arm, and pulling me across the street, we saw a table for two. Chained there sat the two most unlikely characters, one beauty dressed in white and her friend in a shade of dark grey, having an elegant charm, both old souls resting under the shade of an umbrella. Across their faces lie their stories for the passer-by to read, inviting them in to engage in conversation. Drawing closer, he was incoherently rambling as his counterpart across the table was composed and waiting expectantly for the touch of another man. Gazing upon her, I paused as my eyes dilated, my pulse quickened, and I looked to Jessica for permission. With a small crease in the corner of her mouth turning upward into an approving smile, she let go of my arm. With a name tag that read "Underwood," I smoothly strolled forward, "Well, hello there". Taking a seat, I let my fingers run wild, exploring, enjoying the feeling and rhythm as she hummed. I finished her sentences, but after a few minutes of innocent fun, I noticed Jessica with arms crossed, waiting patiently close by. It was then that I realized it had been more than just a few minutes. Quickly I pulled myself away, gave Jessica a kiss, and she laughed, smiling once again," I was beginning to think you were more in love with that typewriter than me!"