Hold on

“There’s not a whole to know. I’m a pretty simple guy when it comes down to it,” I mumble while taking a few bites of stew.

Eva smiles sunnily.

“I don’t know, but something tells me there’s more to you than you’re letting on. I don’t know what it is yet but I’ll figure it out.”

“Well, what about you?” I ask, trying to change the conversation.

She looks up from her stew, startled.

“Me?”

“Yes, I mean all I know about you is that you’re a photographer, a glutton for punishment, and apparently a really good swimmer.”

Smiling, Eva sits back sipping her beer.

“There’s not a whole lot to tell to be honest. My parents live in Florida, which is where I keep an apartment for when I’m not traveling. I was on vacation for the first time in two years, but you see how that’s turned out. I love my job and my family. The end.”

I go along with her, grateful for the change in subject, but also genuinely curious.

“But you’re brave. Where did that come from?” She gives me a look and I laugh. “I’m serious