We strolled arm in arm to a beachside. As I got back to Seattle, I took her to the waterfront, I wanted her to have a feel of our beach date. That I was still the same person and nothing has changed.
The water was calm and bobbing up and down. She walked silently, not saying a word. Lost in a thousand thoughts. What could she be thinking about? Was she still worried about me? Removing her hand from mine, she hugged herself.
“Cold?” I asked, pulling her tightly against me.
"Yeah," she replied absent-mindedly.
"Are you okay? You seem quiet."
"I am fine. Just have a lot I am processing."
"Whatever it was, you could always share with me."
"Prefer not to."
I didn't want to argue or worsen the situation, so I let her be. I led her to a small beachside bar. It was filled with people
