“This hill is nice.”
“Told you,” he said, taking a sip of his iced tea.
“You were right. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Mhmm.”
“I’d say it’s perfect, considering what we came here to do.”
“Yes. Secluded.”
“Naturey.”
“Romantic.”
“We don’t need it to be romantic for this.”
“We don’t need it to be- naturey, did you say?”
“Mhmm,” she said with a smile.
“Okay, then, should we do it?”
She smiled with a certain curtness that only she could muster.
He handed her purse over, and she began rummaging through it.
“I can’t find them.”
“I put them in there, I know I did.”
“You sure?”
“Would I ever, ever forget something like that?”
“You’re right…probably not.”
“Look harder. Hurry!”
She flipped it and dumped everything out, and they both rummaged through the contents.
“Here they are!” he said with a certain amount of triumph in his voice.
She took one and opened it, and he did the same.
“I love playing with bubbles,” she said with a smile and a wink.
A Flash of Inspiration 