"I'd say... umm... the lime tart. Or chocolate cake. Either or." "Well, thank you. This coffee is great." "Yeah, thats because I didn't make that particular one." "Oh. Well. Thanks." I walked away and she leaned over to hiss at him. "Why were you flirting with that waitress?" He looked at her in obvious surprise. "I wasn't. I complimented her on her coffee and asked her what she would recommend us to eat..." "No you didn't. You openly flirted with her in front of me." He touched her arm, signifying apology, signifying his obvious confusion. She pulled away, and spat out, "Don't touch me. It got me thinking about jealously, insecurity. What was that girl trying to cover up that she was that upset that her boyfriend had talked to me? I suppose I don't really think about it that much, but there are times when I've felt like that girl. I felt sorry that I'd so obviously upset her, but also impatient. People complain too much. I'd give anything to be with the person I love but I can't be. Then when I see people together who care about each other, care enough to be jealous, it hurts. Alot. I guess the 'you don't know what you've got until you lose it' really does ring true. Only fools fall in love I guess I'm a little bitter.