The Chocolate Fountain
He walked into the room… an air about him struck her immediately. He was unlike any of the other Masters ~ quiet, observing all that was going on in the room. She whispered to one of her sisters ‘who is that handsome Master that just entered?’ Her friend whispered that he was an occasional visitor there… every time, he did the same thing ~ sits on a chair, looks around the room, keeps his comments to himself, almost expecting to find something that sparks his interest, and if nothing does, he...