“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Sure? We can…”
The response was absolute. She’d rather be alone. It was just one of those days when she couldn’t quite decipher what was wrong.
He gave her a couple of hours.
Then he pulled her into a tight embrace – he knew this relieved her tension and said “let’s go.” He allowed no opportunities for questions. They weren’t important. And it didn’t matter.
About an hour later, they arrived.
It was the quiet place where their first date developed. It served as a reminder that it was them against the world.
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