vanity fair...again...

it was at the art fair that she saw the gigantic orb displaying one very magnified eye. as they walked by it she tried to explain to him the brief phenomenom of the lover's eye. where miniature portraits were painted of a single eye to be given to a lover. where only a lover would know someone so intimately to identify them from just a portrait of their eye.
she finished her explanation as he turned to her.
taking both of her hands he swayed, only slightly...she knew he was wasted.
he swayed. tried to steady himself and looked in her eyes. took both of her hands and said "you are totally my lover."
maybe that meant that he had seen her eyes. she could have thought about it more. but she looked up. beyond him. to the backdrop of his profession of love and saw only the life size paintings of maniac clowns decapitating people with chain saws.
was it a sign?
she leaned forward and kissed him.