"Does she have a boyfriend?"

Finally surrounded by peace, the two walked in silence, perfectly in sync, savoring this tranquil moment.

"Are you cold?" Murray asked, noticing her only in a coat, and began to remove his down jacket to drape over her.

But Stacey stopped his hand, smiling. "I've endured all kinds of harsh environments these years. My body's made of iron now, and this is nothing."

Knowing her blunt nature, Murray knew if she said she didn't need it, then she really didn't. So he let it go.

"Not leaving again this time, are you?"  

"Nope, Dad said if I leave again, he'll break my legs."  

Murray chuckled softly, "Uncle's still got his sense of humor."

"What humor? My free spirit's been shackled! Shouldn't you feel sorry for me?" Stacey huffed, folding her arms and glaring at him in pretend anger.

Murray, hands in his pockets, idly kicked at the pebbles on the ground. "You've seen enough of the world. It's time to experience our ordinar