The Ice was broken

 

A glance of recognition ignited us

as strangers in an uncomfortable silence

Aware of where we were, and almost alone

as empty tables surrounded us

 

Sounds from the kitchen in the background

with a waiter who hovered in boredom

We glanced once more, only furtively

as we took in each other's presence

 

I became increasingly concious of his presence

without looking I knew he appraised me

I too stole another moment to reciprocate

to which he smiled in return

 

His lunch was finished

his call to the waiter gave me an imperative

I faltered in a spasm of anxiety

until the waiter offered me a drink

A glass of wine to accompany my food

an invitation from the admiring customer

 

I looked directly and smiled openly

a look of acceptance to an invitation

The wine arrived as did the one who ordered it

could he join me he asked

 

I gave a hesitant but assuring look

and together we sat face to face.

We had come together

the ice was broken