Such a beautiful memory it was.
The sun had disappeared behind the watery horizon.
A ride by the cliffside. Salty onslaught of gusts running through the hair.
Such a lively feeling.
An open-ceiling two-seater car.
A pretty woman in the driver's seat.
It was everything Averie enjoyed.
Ellie Arnold smiled back, steering wheel in her hands. Behind the sunglasses—one eye closed, one starkly on him—she looked content.
He couldn't remember what had prompted them to spend an entire Sunday together. But it wasn't such a travesty. Her company was appreciated.
He didn't know what she imagined them to be, but he didn't dare to question it. This ride—this little thing she called a date—was far too enjoyable for him to ruin it.
"Who would consider you fat?"
Usually, he knew better than to discuss a woman's physique while she sat right next to him. Yet today, although he couldn't recall what had prompted it, he knew it was unavoidable.
