"That play was so emotional," Ciara said and wiped her wet cheeks. "How could he think it was right to get married to another woman just to save his love?"
"It's just a play, Ciara. Get a grip," Mason said and swatted the back of her head softly. "The act was professionally done but don't cry."
"I'm still convinced you're a cyborg," she muttered but he still heard her.
Mason shook his head with a smile on his face and wrapped his arm around her shoulder then walked across the street to a pastry store. They got in and inhaled the vanilla and buttery smell that floated around the noisy room crowded with tourists, teenagers and young and older adults.
"What do we order?" He asked and she shrugged. "Come on, kiddo."
Ciara stopped in her tracks and glared at Mason with mouth open and hands
