After petting Jabba for awhile, Mr. Smith uttered a funny sounding word. Jabba looked up at him and I could almost swear he was smiling. He jumped out of Mr. Smith's lap and came over and jumped into mine. Of course, I had to start petting him. After a momentary pause, Mr. Smith gave me a curious look and asked if I might be interested in meeting for supper the following night at a little cafe in town. Of course I answered in the affirmative! He seemed pleased at my enthusiastic response. The next night, I met him at an intimate little cafe several blocks inland from my home. We shared a memorable meal and evening together. The cafe was not very crowded so we were able to continue with our previous afternoon's discussions. The dinner was superb! The lobster thermidor and filet mignon Mr. Smith ordered for us was unsurpassed! There were so many other side dishes, I couldn't begin to sample them all. Mr. Smith picked up the tab and said it was in appreciation for giving him a new lease on life. We sat for quite awhile after dinner drinking a very fine, rich coffee from a splendid silver service the waiter brought out for our exclusive use. The memory of that meal is forever etched in my mind, it was so exquisite in every detail. After several most enjoyable cups of coffee and another couple volumes of dialogue, I glanced around the cafe and noticed there was only one other couple still there. We retired to the balcony and stood by the railing looking up at the incredibly beautiful midnight sky. I don't ever remember the sky being as brilliant and magnificent as it was that night. I was speechless. Mr. Smith just stood beside me with a sly grin on his face. After that moment, we discussed several theories about the stars. Suddenly, I could hear this one couple in the restaurant behind us arguing rather loudly. It sounded a bit like a lover's quarrel. I couldn't make out much detail. I was still savoring this magical moment beside Mr. Smith. As I was in deep reverie, I happened to look over at Mr. Smith, just as he closed his eyes. I only caught a glimpse but I could have sworn his eyes were shining like a pair of brilliant green diamonds. It must've been my imagination, because when he opened his eyes again, they were the normal, if not just a little bit brighter green eyes I had caught myself getting lost in several times during our frequent discussions at my home. Still, the thought of those brilliant eyes imprinted on my imagination. I wanted desparately to tell Mr. Smith my feelings for him but I couldn't bring up the subject, no matter how hard I tried. There seemed to be some reservation that kept popping into my mind whenever I was on the verge of saying something. So..... I didn't say anything to Mr. Smith. His smile was just too disarming. I knew what I'd be dreaming about this night. 'See you tomorrow, Mr. Monaco?' 'It's a date, Mr. Smith!'