Fumiko saw Goro’s face as he glanced back before leaving the café. She saw his face for only a split second but he was smiling wonderfully, just like the time when he had said, “Perhaps you could buy me a coffee?

He smiled at her as a man might smile at a memory.

He flashed me a beautiful smile, which made me recall for a moment 1 of the advantages of fame—good-looking groupies.

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds’ wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

He turned to look at her, and she was smiling at him. It was Noÿs as she had been, and his own heart beating as it had used to.

A few years ago, this guy would have been getting us coffee.

He smiled like a sun lamp.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped form him - as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

She held the cup ; and he the while
Sat gazing on her playful smile,
As all the wine he wished to sip
Was one kiss from her rosebud lip.

she smiled at him, and at her own fears.