Lycabettus

Anonymous I am hopeless.
But it's the best kind of hopeless.

It took a while to sink in -- I was sitting on a bench on the side of Lycabettus hill, staring out at a gorgeous skyline as the city of Athens put on its best suit for us. Leaning against my side was an Athenian woman who rivaled the spectacle at our feet. Despite my layers, it was terribly cold, but we didn't mind. After several hours of the Question Game, we were enjoying a moment of silence

"Athens: it is fine, I guess." She sat up and looked around. Understatement of the century.

When it comes to writing, I like to think that I have a decent way with words, but on the spot, I'm pretty useless. I just grin like a buffoon.
She ran her fingers along my smile wrinkles. There was no language barrier that could misconstrue that intention. Ever so slowly, our faces moved closer. As if we were in a scene straight out of a movie, a chorus of strings erupted inside my head.

Later, in keeping with the movie motif, the clear sky became shrouded, and we worked our way back down the hill in the pouring rain.
"Five days." She repeated forlornly.