" As they casually picked up their drinks with their hands, her right, his left, he saw them. His eyes narrowed. The twin purple-blue roses, bright and vivid on her paler skin, his deep and dark though more faded than hers, were disconnected now, but, if the couple held hands, they would join at the stem perfectly. The roses were not only identical, they were made for each other. He suddenly understood everything. He said nothing."