she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the tight smile on his lips and the apprehension in his eyes. Then it struck her, she recognized her own expression in mine. I also was dreading this date; as if I knew it would never work between us... there Is no hope. I spoke and broke her out of her moment of study, " John. You must be Jennifer." " Yes," She smiled, " Nice to meet you. How are you?" " Just fine." Already an awkward silence... not