"I've lived on this island my whole life," she said, leaning forward against the railing. "But I never imagined this place existed."
Mike noticed her slight shiver from the freezing wind, so he pulled her closer.
Down below to their right, a string of street lights stretched neatly from one end of the sea to the other, connecting the island to the mainland. The bridge never failed to take Mike's breath away every time he saw it from up here.
To their left, an aeroplane gently streaked along the runway and began to majestically ascend into the night sky.
"You know," Mike said. "I actually wanted to be a pilot."
"Really??" she said, in mock surprise. "...I guess I didn't remember the first fourteen times you told me."
He playfully pushed her away, and she laughed, smacking his arm.
And just then, a jumbo jet flew so low over their heads, she swore they could have reached up and touched it. They watched in silence as the roar of the engines gradually faded, and the huge aircraft receded into the sky.
"I love watching planes," Mike said.
"I don't know," she said, wrapping her arms around his torso. "...They make me sad."
"How come?"
"It... It feels like somebody's going away..."
Silence. The wing lights of the jumbo jet disappeared among the stars.
"Or maybe they're going home."
Taken aback, she looked up at him. His soft eyes gazed back. What was it about him that always made her feel like a little girl again? Slightly embarrassed, she nuzzled her nose against his chest.
"That scent you're wearing," she noticed. "What is it?"
"That's high octane," Mike replied.
"High Octane? Is that the new Calvin Klien?"
"No, not Calvin Klien... Caltex"
She looked puzzled.
"I was filling up my tank on the way here and I accidentally got petrol on my shirt."
She stepped back away from him. No more cuddling for Mike tonight.
