Not a sociable person

''Really, I'm not a sociable person ,'' he says.

They are sitting at this little outdoor cafe,
secluded inner yard and all,
sipping their coffee
having the place to themselves.
Early afternoon it is,
early summer days.

He insists he isn't a social person at heart.
''I may enjoy myself ,
even have a good time,
or be the soul of the party,
but really, 
I'd rather be with just one good friend.
''Or here, with you.''

And her heart is grinning 
from ear to ear,
because she already knew that.
Because they're so much alike

In everything.
Even in their unsociable heart of hearts.