Soft jazz plays in the background. The night is cool, the wind playful, the air filled with the undiscernable shallow mumbling of various lovers. We are all together here but no one looks at each other. I carry the drink back to my table, smiling slightly, letting my gaze deepen-- my eyes, smouldering, intent upon the beautiful sight before me. As I sit with a hopeful sigh, I smile more widely at my love. Sweet memories bring us closer-- quiet nights, rainy days, late mornings, disturbed only by the thrumming of my heart, the gasps of heady breaths, the moans of boundless pleasure. I grasp the benevolent in my ever waiting hands and lower my lips, parting them slightly, only to breathe once before it all begins. And then it does. The creaminess of mayonnaise, it's smooth richness along with a thick layer of cheese, at perfect harmony with the crisp, rough texture of my chicken parm. As my bite deepens, the sound of pure love escapes my body as it claims my soul, my thoughts