he sits at the dining table – expectant. images of her pretty face and smooth slightly-creamed coffee complexion seting fire to his being. he is nervous – they haven’t been together since the accident that almost killed both of them. he has dreamed of her intermittently since the accident, and frequently since they agreed to meet today. he hears prince sing, “if god one day struck me blind your beauty i’d still see.” he smiles with recollection. he can hear her as she busies herself in the kitchen finalizing the dinner. he can smell caramelized spices, and the smell of garlic bread. fresh. fresh bread. garlic and all just out of the oven. he hears her walk towards the dining table – he braces himself. images of her pretty face and smooth slightly-creamed coffee complexion flash before his eyes. he smells her – vanilla. sex later is far from his mind – he is just glad they’ve decided to give themselves a retry. she places the dishes in her hands on the table, and moves close to him. he turns the chair to face her, she sits astride his legs. leaning forward, she embraces him. “thanks for coming.” he smiles, breathes her in – vanilla. images of her pretty face and smooth slightly-creamed coffee complexion explode in his mind. “love is too weak to define just what you mean to me.” pulling him closer still, she looks at her image in the mirror hanging on the wall behind him. she smiles, kisses his head. he groans, and buries his head further in her bosom. she looks back up at the mirror – at her image. in the subtle lighting, the scars all over her face look garish.