In Omnia Paratus

Inturlude: From Far Away

I saw them walking, laughing. She held tight onto his arm with both hands as he leaned down to whisper something by her ear. Their friends were a few steps behind them, having their own fun, laughing too. But I could see the way they looked at the pair with envy in their eyes. The couple had a glow of love that everyone could see, but no one could touch or be a part of. I don't blame the friends for being envious. I was too.

I guess technically, it's stalking. I wasn't really though. I was just interested. The couple were so warm and inviting, laughing, playing and joking. I just wanted to see where they were going. I followed them to a Chinese restaurant. Very fancy. Very upscale.

I saw how their friends always deferred to them. I don't think they meant to. They would ask a question and look at the couple waiting for an answer. I don't think the pair even noticed. They didn't take advantage of it or anything. They'd always bring it back to include the opinions of the group. Especially the girl. She was kind with a beautiful smile that warmed your heart and made you feel like the only person in the world. But you weren't. You can tell by how they look at each other. They are each other's world. They're both very beautiful people. He was of average height, maybe five foot nine, but he had a presence that put you at ease but still gave off a powerful kind of feeling. He was in control and comfortable with it, but still listened to others. He had blond hair and brown eyes and a brilliant smile (or smirk) that could charm the pants off a person. And I had no doubt that it had. On many occasions. Before Her.

She was five foot seven-ish with flowingly wavy brown hair and the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. She held her self straight and commandingly, but was continuously smiling, showing her kindness. They both looked to be models yet their sort of earthy appearence said they weren't. Models tend to give a sense of aloofness off. An 'I'm better than you' vibe. This couple didn't do that. They had subtle hints of it: the designer clothes, fancy jewelry, the way they held themselves. But they never straight out said it. It wasn't hard to put together, especially with such an important school like Yale nearby. They were collegiates. Important. And damn, filthy rich.

I found out their names. I was passing by their table on my way to the bar when I heard a loud Australian say it. Logan. Rory. Interesting names. Rich people tend to give interesting names to their children.

They finished eating and no one blinked an eye at the outrageously large bill. They all took out their wallets and purses and split up the bill, leaving a very large tip.

They all left the restaurant together before splitting up outside. I followed the couple some more, after all, they were the ones I was really interested in.

They walked several blocks, his arm tightly wrapped around her shoulders. She huddled into his warmth. They stared into each other's eyes, barely speaking at all except a few words of love. You could feel the adoration radiating from their very bodies; their very souls.

They reached a large building. A Yale dorm. A complex for the rich of rich at Yale. They paused for a short meaningful kiss at the doorway before entering in.

I stopped. I stayed out there watching the building for a while. I'm not sure how long it really was. Minutes, hours. I know it was a while. I stopped and reviewed everything I had witnessed. The fun, the laughter. Love was real and it was out there somewhere. And there was the proof. Those two people, barely out of their twenties and already totally devoted to each other.

I smiled before turning back and going on my way home. I had a wife to reconcile with and to make love to, a son to play and laugh with and a flirty secretary to fire.

I grinned as I remembered the velvet box the man was playing with in his pocket. She would make a very beautiful bride...