Strings of fairy lights laced their way between toffee apple kiosks and market stalls. Beneath the chatter of the crowds could be heard the quiet rushing of the river, a peaceful noise coming and going with the strength of the breeze.
Reflected in her glasses were dazzling dancers born from the decorative lighting behind us, twirling around each other in a desperate waltz. The breeze caught her hair, blowing it around her face, but her gaze remained fixed on the dark water. Snippets of conversations drifted down to us, laughter and joy from all angles. Still she stared into the water, her arm resting on one raised knee, the other leg out straight in front.
“It’s good to get away from it all,” I said, breaking the silence.
“Hmm?”
“The crowds, the uni, all of it.”
“I suppose so, but there’s one thing I don’t want to get a break from,”
“What’s that?”
“You, dummy!” She giggled, severing her eye contact with the river to look at me.
“I suppose we’ve done it all in the wrong order,”
“I suppose, but it’s been so much fun,”