At first I thought that they were meeting on a date. Most likely a blind date because she was looking around, scanning the crowd, looking sort of lost. She was a little dressed up too, nice but nothing fancy, first date clothes. A knee length skirt and a button down blouse, her hair down, a little make-up, earrings, she was beautiful in her own unique way.
I'd been watching him for a while, about 20 minutes before she got there. The strange thing was he didn't look like he was waiting for anybody and I had seen him there before. He liked to come and sit on a bench by the wildflower patch that grew near the center of the park. It was a strange place, this side of central park, so close to the busy downtown shopping and restaurants. He was dressed normally, not like a date, but when I saw her, I immediately paired them up.
She was quite a bit older then he was, and she was familiar for some reason I still can't place, but then again so was he. I knew that she'd being looking for him, no matter how unconventional. I'm a people watcher, I know these things.
I also know when to admit when I'm wrong. It wasn't a blind date, they knew each other and while she knew where to find him he had no idea she was even on the same planet as he was. The moment she saw him you could see the weight lift off her shoulders. She saw him before he saw her. She studied him for a moment, stepped back so he wouldn't see her until she was ready.
I guessed lovers, and then changed my mind. Friends, but they'd been through something together that changed them, changed the way they interacted with each other. You could tell that much, she was fluffing her hair and it was auburn when the sun shown on it, and long. Then, she took a deep breath and walked up behind him. He was involved in whatever it was he was reading off a Starfleet PADD and didn't notice. She stood, almost touching his shoulder, but said something instead.
His expression confirmed that he did not know she was coming. He smiled and stood. They hugged awkwardly and it seemed to me that it had been a while. Not long enough that they needed a moment to recognize each other but long enough that they needed a valid excuse why they had been out of touch. He was uncomfortable, not liking surprises that he couldn't live on his feet from. She said something and he smiled apologetically. She smiled and shrugged it off, continuing to speak, waving her arms for emphasis. They sat down and spoke for about an hour and you could tell that once, maybe not now, but once he had loved her.
Of course... I'm just speculating.