A good breeze was blowing when they exited the dining hall. In the lights lining the ship’s outer hull, they could see the whitecaps topping the waves. Out on the deck, they were more aware of the liner plowing through the water.
Naia walked over to the railing and leaned on it, facing the sea. Rob went to stand beside her.
“It’s starting to feel chilly,” she commented.
“Here.” He started to remove his jacket but she stopped him.
“Actually, I was getting overly warm in there. It feels good out here. Rob…” She stared up at the sky. “Is Rob your real first name? Or is it short for something?”
“What do you think?” He had to admit the breeze felt good.
She turned slightly to smile at him. “Is it short for Robert? Or Robin? Or something like Robinksy?”
He chuckled. “You’ll never guess it
