"You know until I landed on the island, I'd never really been out of the Tri-State?" Layla said, starting to walk out from under the bridge. A long set of narrow stone steps led up to the street and she stopped at their foot.

She turned back to look at him, eyes glittering as darkly blue as the water, not from some heightened sense of romanticism but from barely suppressed, deeply frustrated tears she wouldn't let fall.

"And I could murder a croissant right now, so."