George
		   [by Dr.Who3]

She sat at the table in the restaurant, looking into those calm
eyes.  "I knew when I first saw you that you would be special, 
that you would let me be myself without interrupting me to 
make stupid suggestions."
She looked and wondered what thoughts could be hidden 
behind those eyes.  She looked down and contemplated the 
meal before her, silent only for a few moments.
   "You know, sometimes people make me angry.  They can 
be soooo blind. . . .but not you.  You seem to see everything.
Maybe that's why I am here with you tonight."  With a toss of 
her long hair she looked around the room, "Look at them - 
nothing more than sheep waiting to be slaughtered and 
spending their idle time contentedly munching til then!"
   She looked at the waiter who seemed to be watching her 
curiously, "We have to stop meeting like this.  People are 
starting to notice and that just won't do."  She held up a hand 
to forestall any comment that might have been forthcoming,
"I have known for sometime now that I should break this off 
but I just couldn't seem to escape your eyes, those 
wonderful, mysterious eyes.  Heaven knows it's not your 
conversation I crave, although you say more with a moment 
of silence than so many who would speak volumes. Perhaps 
it's the timing - I just don't know.   You always know when to 
shut up and just listen, like now."
    She toyed with the steak on her plate, using the sharp 
knife to slice it into bite-sized pieces, thinking of her plans 
for the future, "Oh how I wish you could sweep me off my feet 
and just take me away from all of this . . . .but I know it isn't 
possible.  Still a girl can dream.  You are the only one who 
knows my heart, sees the real me.  Why, do you know that 
dippy neighbor of mine actually called me crazy yesterday?!?
. . .And she isn't the only weirdo around either. . .maybe 
falling under the spell of your eyes makes me seem flighty to 
others?  Still it is mean of them to say things like that to a 
girl and they ought to be punished."  She toyed with her 
steak a little more, hardly eating anything.
   "You didn't come here just to listen to me ramble on like 
this.  What do you want to talk about?". . . .She waited in 
silence for a time then , in the absence of a reply she spoke; 
"You just sit and look at me but wait!- What's that I see in 
your eyes?  NO! I am NOT crazy just because that dippy 
neighbor said so!  I know you didn't say so but I see the 
thought in your eyes. . .I'll show you AND her. . .I'll show you 
all! You and your eyes!"
   Throwing the money for her meal down on the table she 
stormed out of the restaurant.   The perplexed waiter 
watched her go.   As he began to have her table cleared he 
looked down at the meal and wondered why the lady had 
never touched her baked potato with its many eyes.  Why had 
she been talking to herself so much?  He also wondered 
where the steak knife had gone.