Auggie would miss the way his cream spun in his coffee every morning. Little cream tops gave way to caramel colored kaleidoscopes, then slowly faded away to nothing. The aroma, was something he would never have to miss as it wafted up on nearly scalding waves of bean and water. The combination, was harmony, perfection in a cup.

Natasha reminded him of that same cream. Her Russian heritage was strong, like her accent. And her skin was reminiscent of coffee, with too much cream. He didnt know what Liza's skin looked like, he imagined she was a sultry color of dark peach. Her hair was long, unlike Natasha's and she loved to love, and be loved. Natasha was cold, and calculating, but he knew that she loved him, at some point.

He could even remember Joan. Long, blonde hair was pulled back professionally, and she was the color of apples, on the inside. The scent of evergreens hung around her like a shroud and she had a tall, slender figure. He imagines she looks just the same, maybe Arthur has aged her some. Maybe she has developed finite wrinkles around her eyes, or on her forehead, from scowling.

Annie, she was perfect. Like Natasha, he thought maybe her skin was the color of over creamed coffee, but unlike, She had life, and soul. Like Liza, she had long hair. Maybe, like Joan, her Thursday dinners with the guy of the week had aged her some. She was like, and unlike the other women in his life. Auggie could smell, even now the grapefruit with tinges of mango and dragonfruit. He could piece her together, like a puzzle. But he didn't have all the parts. She had holes, like she was waiting to be solved, but she couldn't find the pieces. She would try to fit people like Ben, in her heart, but it wasn't right.

He wasn't an expert, but somehow, he thought maybe he was her missing piece, her counterpart. They worked well together. Together, they were a well oiled machine. It was when she would bring him coffee, or invite him Thursday evenings to dinner, that he realized he had holes of his own.

And slowly, as she began moving further into his life, she was filling his holes, the same way he was filling hers.