Kim and Lee sit stiffly on a wooden bench waiting—the interminable waiting. No words are exchanged, for there are no words to describe the anxious feelings they hold inside them. Like an infant bird trying to break free from the worn shell it has been hiding under for so long, their minds race with what could be spoken. An awkward “So..” Perhaps an inquisitive “What are you thinking about?” would be necessary. But still the two remain motionless besides an occasional head turn to pretend to be staring at something else. There is no hiding it though. Kim and Lee each have something on their minds. The dodging, diverting glances from one end of the bench to the other clearly shows the intense feelings being hidden, hidden behind open eyes.
       Kim thinks, “Well, why must I say something? Lee surely is capable of speaking too.” Yet the waiting continues.
       Lee watches Kim while she glances at an old man feeding the ducks across the park. Lee notices her hair and how it waves and curves to her shoulders and back. The subtle breeze glides through each strand sending an aroma of fresh linen across the bench to Lee where he comes to the realization that the temptation has become too much. The sweet, sensual juices that flowed from the apple consumed by Eve are radiating from Kim.
       He knows what he must do…