Not For A Moment

The weather was nice for early May, so we went for a walk down by the waterfront. We stopped at the fence overlooking the river. I gripped the railing and let the breeze blow through my locks.

“It’s beautiful down here. Kind of unexpected,” Patrick said in a slightly accented voice. “I’m surprised you don’t live down here.”

“Why would I?” Butterflies took off in my stomach. “I work from home, only needing to come downtown once a month.”

He nodded.

I side-glanced at him. “Where’s the accent from? It’s hard to place.”

“Just a blend of all the places I’ve been,” Patrick said casually.

“Oh?” I faced him. “You said you lived in Brazil for a while. Any place else?”

“I’ve spent time in Europe and Japan.”

My heart beat kicked up a notch.