I smile and lean against him just as the bartender takes my glass and walks into the kitchen, probably getting more ice. I open my eyes and sigh. "This is nice," I whispered.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind