"You are a rare kind of person," she says softly and reaches for her bag. "You will find someone again. You certainly deserve to." She draw out a pen and writes her number on a napkin and slides it across. "I would like to continue this friendship." It is growing late, and her body is reminding her that its been through a performance and coffee can only dull the tiredness from that for so long.


"This is the nicest end to a night in awhile. It is better than a hot bath with scented candles and an early night."