Danny sat with head in hands at his usual haunt: a park bench in Bute Park still not believing that his business had collapsed and all his years of toil broken like a smashed fluorescent light.
"I see you here every day," said an attractive female jogger. "Let's have a cup of coffee. Cheer you up."
Suddenly the light of hope returned to Danny's world-weary eyes. He had noticed her too but with only a cursory glance or two yet now felt excitement in his heart, compared to the grey existence of depression. He commented on the beauty of autumn trees.
"I see you here every day," said an attractive female jogger. "Let's have a cup of coffee. Cheer you up."
Suddenly the light of hope returned to Danny's world-weary eyes. He had noticed her too but with only a cursory glance or two yet now felt excitement in his heart, compared to the grey existence of depression. He commented on the beauty of autumn trees.
