She was sitting across from him
The table deorated with flickering candles -
they smelt like cinnamon-apples and vanila
They reminded her of their early days;
everything was so new
everything was so simple
everything was so easy

She looked at him and asked
She asked something that has been deep inside her
She asked:

"What would we do
if I go home?"

Silence. His eyes dimmed.

"Go home - you mean something for more than a year?"

Silence. Her eyes felt warm.

"Yes."

Silence. They looked away - deep in own thoughts.

They looked away.

Noone knew what to answer,
noone wanted to answer.

The night goes on.