Bill parked the car about two blocks away from the bookstore. He asked Jane about it first, to make sure she wouldn’t mind walking a little. She wouldn’t mind, of course!
The street where the bookstore was used to be quite busy at night, because of the bars and restaurants in the neighborhood. There were lots of people around, and the air was filled with the sound of friends talking and laughing.
Bill was walking beside Jane, and for a moment she thought he tried to hold her hand – which he probably thought it was too soon to do, since he apparently gave it up.
They walked slowly. There was no rush to get to the book signing, and they had all night.
“It feels great not having to worry about time,” she said.
“Are you always worried about time?”
“Feels like it, yes… I probably just need a little vacation.” Jane smiled when she thought of traveling a bit.
“Where would you go to?”, Bill asked.
“Oooh, that’s the hardest part for me. I always want to places, so picking just one or two is very hard!”
“I didn’t know you liked travelling, Jane! Have you visited many places yet?”
“Well… Not really.”
“Wow,” he said, laughing. “You sounded very disapppointed!”
“Well, I am!”, she said laughing, too. “Life is too short, and I can never be sure I’ll have time to see everything I want.”
“Maybe you’re just waiting for the right company to see the world with you.”
Jane looked deepply into his eyes and said “Yes… That could be it.”
And they entered the bookstore.