You stopped, she whispered, looking surprised. This isnt the place, he replied. For a moment her face showed no change of expression. Then, almost as if someone were pulling a shade over her face, horror dawned. It started in her eyes, which grew impossibly round and somehow even more green than usual, then it reached her mouth, her lips parting as a gasp of air rushed in. I didnt think, she whispered, more to herself than to him. I know. He smiled. I know. I hate it when you think. It always ends badly for me. We cant do this again. We certainly cant do it here. No, I mean Youre spoiling it. But Humor me, he said, and let me believe the afternoon ended without your telling me this will never happen again. But He pressed a finger to her lips. Youre not humoring me. But Dont I deserve this one little fantasy? At last, he broke through. She smiled. Good, he said. Thats more like it. Her lips quivered, then, amazingly, her smile grew. Excellent, he murmured. Now then, Im going to leave. And you have only one task while I go. You will stay right here, and you will keep smiling. Because it breaks my heart to see any other expression on your face. You wont be able to see me, she pointed out. He touched her chin. Ill know. And then, before her expression could change from that enchanting combination of shock and adoration, he left.-Sophie & Benedict