They stood facing each other across the room. The electrical jabbering of video games and pinball machines faded. The crack of balls into pins and clattering of the pins onto the floor came from another day, in another time.
She saw it in that time-stilled moment: the way he looked at her – a brief betrayal of his thoughts, fleeting – but unmistakably with his old eyes; as if she looked good to him, pretty or cute or sexy or even still perfect in that rare moment.
He came to her. His walk hadn’t changed, still loose and easy as though he rolled along at the behest of wind or was drawn by the desires of those around him to speak with him, have him share their personal space.
He stopped before her and she saw that his eyes were unchanged, too, blue and deep, and impenetrable to those who
