Love, but not as I knew it

He seemed nice enough. She, however, was more difficult to discern. She looked, almost gazed, forward with fixity and it was disarming.

He spoke gently but with an almost undetectable coarseness. She did not speak.

They strolled out with an understated braggadocio, opened their doors and slid in. If there was affection, it was without action. They almost ignored each other—politely.

They settled, and he pulled two cigarettes from the fresh pack. Naturally, he handed her one, and placed the other between his lips; then lit it with spark and inhaled, deeply, romantically even, then affectionately passed her the lit and warmed cigarette. With subdued appreciation, she inhaled, deeply, and gazed fixedly forward, disarmingly.

Unspoken, unheard