James sat at his work desk, gazing up at the moon. He has always loved it, mesmerized by its size and endless beauty. Tonight, it looked a bit more dreamy.
At the coffee shop, last week, he accidently ran into a stunning business woman. By doing so, her latte spilt all over her red blouse. Apologethically, he snatched some napkins and handed them to her, mortified to make eye contact. She was sincere and understanding, but in to much of a hurry to talk.
Before James could ask for her number, she was out the door.