She arrived at the gate as she always did; pressing the doorbell, she waited.
The sky was a deep blue and the stars were just beginning to illuminate the vast stretch. It had just rained. She always loved the smell of after rain.
With a creak, the gates opened and as she stepped in, she caught sight of him.
He was standing at the doorway, waiting for her, as he always did.
“Hey, it’s been a while,” she smiled at him as she approached him and he grinned. He always looked better when he smiled.
As she walked through the doorway, he stepped a little away, then closed the door behind her before following close by. Sitting down, she lowered her haversack onto the chair beside her.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
He was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, an enquiring look on his face.
“Vodka on the rocks?”
She laughed at his look of puzzlement before he realised almost immediately afterwards.
“Sorry, don’t have that.”
Those familiar laughing eyes.
“I’m good; you just get what you want.”
She smiled as he disappeared into the kitchen. He soon reappeared with a glass of his favourite drink – not whisky, for the evening was still young.
Settling down beside her, he tipped some of the contents of his glass into his mouth, then set the glass back on the table, examining it thoughtfully for a while.
“Shall we start?”
She was a little surprised at his forthrightness but acceded. After all, it was what they were there for.
“Sure… maybe a little warm-up first, before we go any further.”
He was staring at her with those eyes, from a face that would have appeared cold and aloof, if he did not have that slight smile at the corners of his mouth.
As they eased in, he fumbled a little with its nuances. He’s unsure about it, she remembered thinking. Gently, she guided him deftly while keeping the ambience relaxed. He was in a good mood and she made him laugh more than usual, as he did her. Taking turns, they delved deeper and deeper, one after another, sometimes together, pleasurable moments in which she discovered more what he was capable of each time. She loved the depths he could reach, that none of the others has ever match yet. No one, but him.
In one of their reprieves, she found him in deep thought. Grinning to herself, she quietly took out her phone and pointed its camera at him as he stared out, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, he realised what she was doing. As his mouth upturned into a smile, he reached out to snatch her phone away, only to have her laughing again.
When everything was said and done, he waited till she was ready to leave and then walked her to the door. And in all the moments they shared that evening, it was that serendipitous laugh captured in all his boyish charm that remained etched in her mind.
He was on point for the discursive essay they discussed that night.