"do you want any sugar?" she asked him, as they both held on tightly to the warmth of the papercups. he looked completely blank for a while, then mumbled a sheepish "huh?" "i said, do you want sugar in your coffee." he looked at her for a moment. the sky was no longer raining and through what appeared to be scattered wet tissues, shone the sun, like a lighthouse braving a storm. the sunlight highlighted some of her curls, and her eyelashes were lowered, impatiently waiting for him to say something. he began to smile. "no, i'll be fine," he said.