The reflection of the candle licked at the rim of the glass of red wine. Soft violin played in the background. The room was lit by the mellow light of a chandelier which seemed to mock her in its warmth.
Maya was looking at his face across the table with a detached curiosity. She was giving the right answers, exclaiming appropriately at the right moments, and even tilting her head at the right angle which gave an impression of open interest. However, her mind was on the shadows of the candles playing with each other. On the little red motifs on the chair's cushion. On the way his feet seemed to shift everytime he spoke. On the bickering couple sitting on the next table. On the Hawaiian salad which made her think of cool, blue beaches with coconuts. On her book which flapped open to reveal a book mark which read - how many frogs do you want to kiss to find your prince?
She chuckled to herself. At her own little, cosy joke.