the rain that drowned the sidewalks dampened down the night-time heat creating steam through manholes from the pipes beneath the street and set against this backdrop of a vibrant city beat swarms of taxis stung the air with horns stuck on repeat as a writer sipping coffee staring from a café seat wrote words for her 'bestseller' based on when two people cheat.. "..married strangers and a storm.. arranged a covert meet.. ..ran towards each other in a way such lovers greet.. they kissed beneath umbrellas in a manner so discreet then stepped inside a restaurant to flirt, laugh, love and eat her big blue eyes melted his heart her smile was wide and sweet and he was rich, tall, cool and calm and swept her off her feet..." ...but before the lovers' story made it to another sheet the writer came to from her thoughts with the chapter incomplete her big blue eyes and sweet wide smile felt somewhat obsolete on the poor, tall, cool, calm waiter who brought change with her receipt.