"The waitress returned with a large wooden mug filled with water, and placed it gentle in front of him; when he didn’t acknowledge her presence she said, ‘Murky window, murky soul. Murky heart, murky hole.’
His dancing eyes glanced slowly towards her; the blue hues seemed to dance in surprise and amusement. His lips lifted slightly in the corners, ‘Well said my Lady, but if you knew this window, if you gazed into it instead of simply glancing through it from time to time, you would see more than just murk. Even if the heart and soul are murky there is still a heart and soul present.’
The waitress pondered for a moment, looking at the window with creased eyebrows trying to see what the strange man was seeing. ‘Sir, you have been sitting at this window for some days now. Tell me, you cannot have been sitting here all this time just for a window?’
‘No,’ Ananias smiled. ‘That would be silly; I have been waiting for someone who has now arrived. A man rode in with a team of horses, I would ask you my Lady to kindly bring him to me.’
‘I am no lady, Sir-‘
‘I am no Sir.’
She paused for a moment, caught within those dancing eyes, than tore herself away to find this man he was waiting for.”