The couple near the window are speaking slowly.
He has thick fingers and puffy eyes, stubble on his face. A tattoo of an evil leprechaun on his drinking hand and a sadness deeply embedded within. She’s as thin as a knife and has very long, very straight black hair that does not shine. Her eyes are wary, churning. There is something dreamlike about two of them, something beyond their control. He sips his drink through a short straw and says to her, “There is something about you I have been missing so much.”