“Do you believe it?” Vikram asked.

“Yes, maybe. You?”

“Of course I believe,” he said. He sat down at a piano and began to play. “I used the law all my life. I envisioned sitting here this night with you, for example – on this balcony and beneath this moon.”

“Oh really,” she said. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Yes.”

“O.K., Dr. Jarial – then what happens next?”

“I play a song for you, and we make love,” he responded.

She stood up, an incredulous smile on her face. “O.K., look – we had a little moment back there at the door, but I am not sleeping with you tonight. Now drink your tea, Dr. Vikram!”

“Yes, Ms. Moore,” he said as he began to play the piano and sing.

“I love that song,” she said, rising from her seat to sit next to him on the piano bench. He continued to play as their bodies drew close. She turned toward him, placing her head on his chest. “How did you know?”

“I have always known.”

“This seems all so familiar, Vikram. Somehow I believe you – that this moment between us is not new.”