On our afternoon constitutional with the dog, I spotted them.
They sat by the manmade “lake” at the park’s center, on a industrial-style bench of caged rocks that juts into the water. They faced each other, skinny jean-ed legs draped in intersecting Vs, and leaned in to exchange light, sweet kisses under a teal umbrella. The scene was equal parts hipster and old Hollywood, and it was wildly touching.
I turned to the hubs and grazed his arm.
Me: I want to kiss you under an umbrella.
Him: … [scowl] murrrr
And so we walked on.
What are the odds I’ll get an umbrella as an anniversary present?