  &quot;Mitchell Fiona Browne,&quot; he said quietly, remembering she was the woman he had gone to deliver cakes to, two months ago. The woman who had looked at him with, not pity... but a kind of odd look, something that made him think she had been through whatever he was going through also.
  Jacob remembered how nice she had been to him that day, giving him a generous tip. He had been torn between needs and pride that day, and she had read him loud and clear and made the situation easy for him.
  He walked away from the couple he was attending.
  &quot;Becky, could you please take over table seven for me?&quot; He said to another attendant
  &quot;Okay,&quot; Becky said, collecting the menu list from his hand.
  Jacob took a deep breath as he approached her, he had always wanted to go back to thank her for that day. The money she gave him had come in at the right time and had saved hi

  &quot;What is it, Mitch?&quot; He asked, fixing her a serious look, and suddenly she appeared very forlorn to him, her eyes devoid of their usual brightness and body, their lively spirit. 
  &quot;Mitch?&quot; He called again. 
  She was already putting her hand which had been lying on her laps under the table since her arrival, on the table for him to see. It didn t quickly register what she meant to pass by the hand she was showing him, so he gave her an inquisitive look but she said nothing. Then it occurs to him to look again, this time for the engagement ring.
  It wasn t there.
  &quot;Damn,&quot; He thought. He d been a fool. He should have known all along, with a face like that.
  &quot;The bastard son of a gun,&quot; He swore, softly
  Mitchell remained silent; lips paused together. Barely trying not to give in to the tears that now threatened her eyes. She thought she was han

  Gently he put his hand on the small of her back and slowly guided her through every step of the dance, it was fun and she enjoyed herself. By the time they finally left the dance floor, they were already talking easily like old friends. Mitchell soon discovers he was also as intelligent as he was handsome and although a very smooth talker.
  She later realized from their conversation that he was a close friend of her cousin and had been friends for years and was studying in the same school as herself. They talked for a long time on virtually every topic that interests them and then danced again. Finally, it was time for Mitchell to leave, she stood up and thanked him for the wonderful evening. It was then she realized she didn't know his name, but she wasn t going to be too forward and ask for it.
  She signaled her cousin that she was leaving, and the latter quietly excuses herself fr

&quot;Mitchell Fiona Browne,&quot; he said quietly, remembering she was the woman he had gone to deliver cakes to, two months ago. The woman who had looked at him with, not pity... but a kind of odd look, something that made him think she had been through whatever he was going through also.
  Jacob remembered how nice she had been to him that day, giving him a generous tip. He had been torn between needs and pride that day, and she had read him loud and clear and made the situation easy for him.
  He walked away from the couple he was attending.
  &quot;Becky, could you please take over table seven for me?&quot; He said to another attendant
  &quot;Okay,&quot; Becky said, collecting the menu list from his hand.
  Jacob took a deep breath as he approached her, he had always wanted to go back to thank her for that day. The money she gave him had come in at the right time and had saved his ailing mother. That day when he had stepped out, he hadn t any hope where to get money to buy h

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