I walked back towards the table, my tray holding my dessert. As I approached, I noticed the look on Michael's face. That look of happiness and love as he spoke to Elli across the table. Then, the sly flick of his eyes towards Heather. I don't know what he said but it made both women laugh. As I sat down, the three of them wordlessly welcomed me. I remember thinking that Michael looked, in that one instant, to truly be the man of his namesake: Atriedes. Not Paul... but Leto. I cannot tell you why my mind makes that distinction but there it is nonetheless.
Meme: Write something for me. Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.