A young couple, Greg and Ruth, had decided a few days earlier, that they would meet for their first time for a walk in the gardens at a dam forty minutes from where they live.
The day is finally here, Greg thought, waiting nervously beside his car at the far end of the car park. What if she doesn't like me? At least the weather turned out just right for a walk in the park. He sees her car approach slowly. His nerves make it seem that time has stopped, as it appears to take forever to pull in beside his. He sees Ruth smile at him as she turns the engine off. Was that a wink?
He smiles back at her as she exits her car and shuts the door. Taking a step closer, he holds out his hand to assist her up the rather tall kerb to the footpath. She accepts his help, and as soon as she is on the footpath, she takes his other hand, slightly raises herself and kisses him on the lips.
“Hello, Greg. I've been looking forward to today and love the weather you have turned on for the first time,” she announced with a smile. She could see his mind ticking over at the choice of her words. They both enjoy wordplay like punning and innuendo.
“We finally meet. Hello Ruth.”
They hug tightly and kiss again, but firmer this time. “Let's go then. The last one to the first landing is a slow coach,” Greg said loudly as he strode up the steps leading to the top of the dam wall.
“You wait when I catch you,” Ruth responded.
There is no way she could win, considering her pace is a good twenty centimetres shorter than his. On the flat, she'd have a chance, but not up those poorly designed steps. Then again, most of his lead is because he caught her unawares. As she reaches him, she gives him a nudge. Throws her arm around his waist and kisses him again. They smile at each other, turn to face up the steps and continue to slowly climb them arm in arm, stealing the occasional kiss.
At the last landing before the top, someone passes them. “Go get a room, please,” he says.
They both blush and continue a little quicker. By the time they reach the top, they are giggling about what had just happened. Stopping to kiss, they lean against the stone wall to admire the view across the dam's water, with their arm around each other. Being early spring, the dam is filled.
They continue across the wall, stopping at a few points to admire the gardens below. When they stopped at the halfway point, Ruth put a hand in Greg's jeans back pocket to give his bum a little squeeze. Greg reacts with only a smile. The roar of the water flowing over the spillway gets louder as they approach it. They stop to admire it and another kiss. A much longer, passionate kiss this time. The world around them fades into nothingness. Other visitors to the dam simply smile at their overt show of affection as they pass.
