I thought of him a lot yesterday, that is, after he told me what had happened. He’s kissed her on the lips, twice. It was a step too far. She hadn’t meant to make him feel about her the way he all too clearly did. She was just being her usual warm and tactile self. His misread it, misjudged it. He doesn’t go in there anymore. I saw him once in another cafe. His head was down, not welcoming any intrusion or interaction. It makes me sad to think him of feeling dejected and rejected. Poor love. A gentle man. Kind, I think.
