Cars full of young and old glide on cables near the cafe. They say the view is spectacular but I’d rather appreciate the view from below. It’s peaceful in a way that’s hard to describe. A gentle breeze rocks the cars.
“I hear kids squealing,” she says.
I nod and smile. Her eyes warm me on this cool morning like a shot of bourbon. I never want it to end.
“Slide around here to see better,” I say pulling another wrought iron chair closer.
I love the way her body moves and make no effort to hide my gaze. She makes no effort to hide her approval.
“I am nothing without you by my side,” I say.
“Nowhere I’d rather be.”
My hand holds my best effort at a ring.
“I’m a simple man of modest means but I’d be honored…”
Her eyes widen. Her teeth expose to bite her bottom lip.
She opens her hand to reveal a threaded bolt she offers as a finger.
Our lips meet as I thread my ring. The world around us goes silent except for the sounds of wrenching, snapping, and screaming above us.
I catch her peeking.