change

"Do you think that's how things are?"

"I don't know."

She glanced over his shoulder into a crimson curtain which looked almost like velvet from a distance, but without a glimmer to convince her. A waiter leant over the table directly in front of the window, contrasting the curtain with an undoubtedly black jacket. He poured what looked like a chardonnay into a middle-aged woman's glass, smiling politely while she sat back and did her best to look as though she barely noticed him.

"I think that we can change a few things if we really want to". He tipped the glass, took a slow sip, then pursed his lips to clean them as he put it down. "Only, the definition of 'a few' isn't always accepted."

She smiled. As she crossed her legs, the tip of one toe brushed his leg. He didn't flinch, even as she stared straight into his eyes without blinking.

With her glass raised to her lips, she hesitated. "Would you change things, if you could?"

"Only some things."

"And the others?"

He smiled. "Some things I wouldn't have a reason in the world to change."