He finally put his fork down, the sudden rush of sugar giving his hangover a new breath of life. He took a gulp of coffee, feeling a little guilty now for eating like that. He'll admit, he hadn't felt quite this youthful in a very long time. Not since he had visited Rome, probably.
"Well I'm glad to hear that," he piped up, "If you hadn't tried Coke, at the very least, there wouldn't be any hope for you at all".
He held his mug just below his chin, enjoying the warmth of it as he studied Lily again. He thought he had figured out just what was so alluring about her - little moments, such as when she mentioned her mother or her fiance, when her eyes would darken and her lips became tight, as if she were hiding some terrible secret. Little moments like that, which gave her an exotic flair - just enough to be as tantalizing as anything Don had ever known. Maybe going to the park with her tomorrow wasn't such a great idea after all.
He scribbled in his notebook again. No words this time, just several dark lines. What a day.