Annihilate Like the Ancients Did

Right. Throughout the night he stared at her at random times he knew she couldn’t see him. He watched her intently. He took note of how differently she moved and acted when around others. She moved like a person uncomfortable in their blessings. He saw how wide she smiled. Her eyes sparkled when she made small talk. She took compliments on her dress very humbly as she nibbled on her olive but never drank her martini.
He traced her visage with an imaginary hand he moved with an anarchist's preciseness, unorthodox but perfect in capturing the beauty he saw. He dreamed of having the talent to paint her like he could in his head when he saw her get caught with her left index finger slightly in her mouth as she began to laugh at a joke she didn't find funny while she was tasting a small eggplant hors d'oeuvre.
He started to tear up as she bent at the knees and twisted her legs to the side in order to pick up the napkin she dropped. He asked god to give him the words to describe the beauty he saw in her. He smiled as she delicately traced the ice sculpture with her fingertips. Her eyes grew wider when she noticed the detail carved into the melting Aves monument.
He took notice of her dress, her black dress. Her backless black dress made him realize. She gently scratched the small of her back and he walked to the bar and ordered another highball and a dry martini with extra olives. He walked the two fresh drinks over toward her. She pushed her hair away from her ears as he walked up the three steps to the ice sculpture where she was standing. He handed her the martini and she thanked him as he looked out the large bay window onto the skyline of the city.
He pointed out toward the towers illuminating the slow rain as it steadily poured onto the people ignoring the skyline on the streets below. He pointed at the skyline with his drink in hand as if he were proposing a toast to the city. She let out an awkward smile and asked if that was the building he worked in. He said no, he said that he wanted to say something profound about the city to start a conversation. She smiled and was suddenly aware of the warmth of her skin as she looked at the floor. Her turned his head to look at her and said, "But all I can think about is how your dress made me realize that the reason I was put on this earth is to work to make you happy enough to where you can wear me as intimately as you wear that dress."
Her left hand trembled as she placed her hand on her chest. She couldn't breathe but she knew she was living because she felt her heart beating. She searched for words. Her mind worked to slowly, but her eyes said everything she wanted to say and he wanted to hear. Suddenly, an unwanted coat was being wrapped around her from slightly behind her and to her left. A voice that neither wanted to hear nor acknowledge its sender said, "Are you ready hun? The babysitter has an early class tomorrow so we had better head back."