A/N: Hey guys! Back again with another chapter! Hope you like it!

He's not sure when he lost it. But it must have slipped away somewhere in the steady thrum of life, the monotony of the everyday layering over and over until it became concealed.

And now it's time for him to find it again. A task that is going to take a fair amount of digging, it seems.

Sighing, he leans back in his chair. He should have never lost it in the first place, for someone like him it's essential.

But then again, he thinks as he looks across the street, if it can slip away from someone like him then what about the rest?

What about the others, the people walking down the street talking on the phone, or to those next to them, or even the ones with headphones on determined not to interact with anyone else?

What about the people in suits with briefcases, or behind the apron that had served him his coffee or the yellow hard-hat down the road?

Do they have it?

The post-noon rush has slowed down enough for him to snag a seat, but it's still fairly bust with people trying to squeeze in a late lunch. It makes for the perfect view.

This is life happening before him. Hundreds of people moving through their own paths with their own plans and goals and lives.

He feels the tiniest tug in his heart.

It brings him hope.

But after a moment that's all there is to it. Just people again. He slumps back down from his earlier excitement. So close.

And then, just as picks up his coffee again, the corner of his eye catches on something.

Something different.

Immediately his gaze locks on her. And what a sight too.

He hadn't particularly noticed the sun until he sees it shining on her already golden hair. But that barely holds a candle to the soft smile on her face as she steps out of the small shop she'd just been in.

There is happiness in that smile.

He watches as she glances down at the little bag in her hand, evidently pleased with her purchase. And then, with purpose, she starts to walk. Her eyes scan the buildings around her with interest and that soft smile never quite leaves her face.

Here is someone, he thinks, who has it.

As she gets closer, he gets a better glimpse of the wonder in her eyes as she sweeps them across the street.

Right before landing on him.

He should look away, clearly been caught, but he can't bring himself to. Especially when she shoots him a quick smile before those eyes move on.

"Excuse me," he says before he can even think about it, just as she's passing his seat.

The umbrella over his table casts a shadow across her face as she turns, revealing those eyes to be a startling grey.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you," he continues. Might as well commit now that he's started. "But you have something I'm looking for."

Her eyebrow raises in response and it hits him just how that sounded coming out of his mouth.

"Which is?" she asks as he mentally slaps himself for sounding like an idiot.

"The wonder for life," he answers honestly, hoping he can explain himself. "When each day is the same as the rest," he goes on, constructing his thoughts as he does. "People fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives."

"Like the sun…I didn't particularly notice it until I saw you, and the way you seem to be truly living." He puts emphasis on the last word.

She just looks at him, a curious look clouding her eyes, and stays silent. It jolts him back.

"Sorry," he quickly apologizes. "Sometimes my words run away from me. I'm a writer so I guess that's why."

With that he shuts himself up even though his mind is running a mile a minute now. This is the most cohesive thought process he's been able to develop so far and his fingers itch to write it down.

Finally, she speaks. "You don't need to apologize," she starts. "What you said is true, it is easy to get caught up in life and forger what living is all about."

He stares at her, surprised by the answer. Here is someone who has exactly what he's looking for. What he lost and needs to rekindle within himself to start writing again. And she understands it.

That passion, the love of life, to really experience it.

He takes in her smile and goes out on a limb.

"Would you mind sharing your story with me for a bit?" he asks.

He never once imagines that he might become a part of it.

A/N: Something more inspiring, about the love of life and writing, perfect for my anniversary month I'd say. I've been writing on here for almost eight years now and the way I'm able to keep writing is by focusing on that spark of life. The wonder, the feeling of living. It's what drives my writing,

I had gotten into a little slump and hoped that writing this would rekindle it all again. It did :)

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