Spoons clinked against bowls. Plates and books clattered and slid on haphazardly balanced trays. The low extroverted chatter from rapid lips, dribbled mundane words past clogs of industrial-style food.
There she was. The space between them vanished. The noise faded. Beautiful graceful melodies, composed to compliment her every unaffected movement, floated behind his gazing eyes. She did not see him.