The air was markedly cooler and it felt good on my sunburnt skin. We walked along and he told me about his band. "Just a bunch of guys from college," he said, his arm around my shoulder. "We started to play during our Junior year and never stopped. We found our niche and even though we're older than most bands, we enjoy playing." "I'd like to hear you some day, or is that also off-limits for your subs?" He said nothing for a moment, watching the ocean as we stood in an embrace. "You may not like our music." "Retro-psychedelic rock?" I said, forcing a smile, feeling a bit hurt that he'd have to think about it. "British Invasion? I heard you talking to my dad at the concert. I like some of it. I've heard my father play it before on those Oldie Goldie satellite radio stations. I don't have to hear you play, if it makes you uncomfortable." He said nothing for a moment, but I could feel a change in him. The mood shifted entirely. "I tend to keep things separated. The different parts of my life don't intermingle, Kate." "I know.
