Nora Fries

She laughed and nodded. "See, there is so much more to literature. Words are a sort of magic of their own. They weave tapestries of beauty, they crave out light in the darkness of ignorance, they convey the ideas that change how we view the world."

She took one the napkins from her pocket and dabbed at his nose, no words spoken, nor a joke made at his expense. Simply a kindness that ended with her warm touch on his cheek.

"So, since you are clearly not a Lit major, what is your major?"