Her smile warmed me a little, and despite the hour and all the noise, I tried to reciprocate. I’m not sure I was quite able to smile, but I nodded.
“Thank you,” I said, and ordered. She gave me my beer, and the glass was pleasantly cold. One sip, and I was a little more pleasantly disposed. No longer noisy, the tavern now seemed lively, and my eyes caught the hearth and burning fire. That was where I wanted to be.
I went to stand near the flames, letting their warmth enter my soul, while I dreamed of her smile.
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