The waitress went to fetch their coats as they stood and held each other, surrounded by the blue lights and with the sound of whispering water from the restaurant display tinkling behind them. ‘That,’ Angela said, ‘was the best night out I’ve had in a long time.’ ‘Me too,’ Griffin said. ‘That waterfall keeps making me want to pee though.’ ‘Ever the romantic.’ ‘Poet, romantic,’ Griffin said. ‘Where do my talents end?’ ‘We’ll discuss that in the morning,’ Angela said with a sideways glance and a playful smile. The concierge returned with their coats, and as Griffin slipped Angela’s coat over her shoulders and shrugged his own jacket on, his gaze alighted on the photographs filling the wall near the reception desk. ‘Looks like they all had good nights too,’ Angela said, catching his gaze. ‘Yeah, looks like a lot of people enjoy coming here,’ Griffin smiled. ‘Maybe we should do the same and have our… photo… taken…’ Griffin’s voice caught in his throat as his gaze settled on one of the images.
