city lights are flickering on as the sky turns dark outside. people are scurrying about in their winter coats, trying to get home for dinner. i'm watching from a window seat in a cafe, the lights inside warm and yellow and welcoming. pen and paper and coffee and the clinking of spoons -- it's exactly as charming as it seems.

at home i often dream about moments like this. moments of total contentment in solitude. it's a strange feeling, living the moment you often dream about.

i am a

sucker for a charming smile. the kind that is sweet and a little knowing, as if you're the only ones in on some unspoken secret. the kind that completely disarms you and makes you totally forget about being professional and and smart and... oh. you made me lose my train of thought.

yes, i still do.