She stared at the man with shoulder length dark hair across the room. He had a smile that lit up the room and had every woman’s head turned. There was a sadness in his eyes and she knew the smile was only for show. She could imagine what a true smile would look like. But someone had damaged his heart. She could feel it. Had felt it from the moment he walked into the room. “I’m here.” She whispered. “I’m right here.” “What?” her best friend questioned beside her. “Nothing.” She sighed. “Just wishful dreaming.” “Uhh huh.” Her friend raised an eyebrow at the man across the room.