She. He. He.      He was alone. Nobody was near him. He felt nothing inside. The vacuum only filled with a constant question: "what are you waiting for?"   He was finishing his breakfast slowly in a cafe. The cafe what was so important for his memoirs. The cafe where he and she were together once. When the world around them was a little forgotten thing.     "I would stay here to live with them. With my thoughts in my head about her," - he was thinking.    He looked out the window with gloomy eyes. There was winter. Such winter about which people like talking. (it was) snowy, warm, clear and with a pleasant frost on the cheeks. He dislike winter. Now he dislike everything.  - are you waiting for anyone? - wondered a waiter.  - no! - he answered thoughtly.   But some quiet voice said inside: "yes!" Suddenly he heard anyone calling him. However it seemed to him.   In minute he walked quickly on a slippery road and took the deep breaths of winter air. His eyes shone.   The world around him didn't exist as usual and only she was with his heart.  He knew. He was sure that he expected Her. She.   She didn't know that she was sitting in a car without saying for 30 minutes. A taxi driver repeated sighing:  - somebody should hurry up! We are waiting for them so long!  But the taxi driver was expecting a diffrent than her. She was silent, beautiful, thoughtful and too sad. She didn't answered once again and continued to look out the window.  "what boring rain!"- she said to herself. Her world didn't hurry anywhere, it almost stopped and expected something. Even the drops of rain sliding on the window appeared (seemed) to her by points. Niether questions nor wishes were. Only silence with the remaining memories.     She come to herself a minute. Trying to understand reality.         The taxi driver tried to catch her eye in the mirror. She glanced at him and smiling said softy:  - at the airport! Her eyes shone.