He's always watching those couples on the streets, holding hands, smiling gleefully. He watches, in silence. Only wishing that he could one day have someone to hold his hand and smile up (or down - he's short) at him that way. He shakes his head, smiling, laughing inwardly at how pathetic he is.  Be patient, your time will come. He keeps reminding himself. Staring out of the cafe's glass facade, his warm breaths make the glass fog up. He wonders for the millionth time if he'l