Her smile held all the promises of summer.
She was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat that framed her face against the blue cloudless sky.
She sat on the bench and snuggled up to me, and her smell was like a whiff of sweet jasmine in the night.
Her face was very close, and her breath smelled even sweeter.
Suddenly she stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come,” she laughed.
And with that, she turned and led me into the summer.