Yet the overwhelming feel was loneliness, it was a habit of mine to eat breakfast with friends or family... or in particular the girl... ex girl... an...d now eating all alone it just felt odd. Looking about the room I amused myself by people watching, an elderly couple rummaging through a couple dainty biscuits and senior sized coffees very familiar to senior citizens and their fascination with early breakfasts at the Golden arches back home. On the far wall a gentleman ate while he read the. Hrm." It's a wonder he didn't turn around and walk away, I must have sounded like a blabbering moron. But somehow he found it charming, endearing even, and he stuck around. Now, I couldn't get rid of him even if I wanted to. Which I don't! But I stray from the story, and I hope you can forgive me! After some chit chat I don't remember to well, since I was to busy panicking and taking in the fact that this glorious man actually was talking to me, we found ourselves outside the club, in the back. I deliberately did NOT snuggle against her. Didn't matter. Before I drifted back to full slumber, she eased back against me.Choice. Lita? Or a pillow? I chose Lita. Tentatively put my arm over her, fully expecting her to wiggle away. She didn't wiggle and to my surprise, she put her arm over mine and sort of wiggled into place.I willed myself NOT to react. Was only partially successful. I don't know if I can do this. I tell myself that I can. In four days this little creature has fastened. Word is he just sits in his room all night playing guitar.”I didn’t know he played an instrument. Of course he would! “I didn’t know he was a musician,” I said softly.Kiera grabbed my face in both her hands. “Stop. It. Now,” she said slowly. “It’s time for a distraction.”She gestured with her head towards our server. He was a young man in his late teens or early twenties. His body was nice, his face boyish and sweet looking, and we had both commented about how he kept staring at us. Mostly he.