Look at this poor guy in the picture. (Kinda handsome in a brooding poet kind of way.) You wonder, who’s she flirting with? She’s in the daylight, the room vast and open around her. He’s in the dark corner hemmed in. His feelings might seem to be a disadvantage to him. But if she has no heart and he does, I can tell you right now, he’s better off.
He’s going to change the world somehow, by writing a sonnet or becoming a doctor or by befriending the lonely on his quiet way home from his desk. Someday, if he doesn’t end up with this butterfly of a woman, he’s going to meet the perfect girl in the park.