“Here.” Abe led me over to a small wooden bench seat and we sat staring at the view.
“I didn’t know this place was here. It certainly isn’t on the mountain guide map…”
“Not many people do,” he replied, taking a small ringlet of my hair, curling it and then placed it over my shoulder. “Like?”
“Wow, love it.” I happily sighed, feeling so elated as we both caught the double meaning in our words. I was beginning to feel a little lightheaded, thinking it could be the high altitude or it could be Abe’s hand on mine now.
“Feel like a snack?”
“Sort of…”
“Wait here.” Abe got up and walked behind the seat and then came back with a backpack in his hand.
I looked at him, puzzled at the sudden appearance of a backpack.
“Something for the lady.” He pulled out a small bunch of flowers, handed the
