Heart Of the Luna

Like a wish come true, summer had finally arrived.

Even though it was fashionably late, it arrived with a kind of heat that people welcomed almost instantly. The streets were littered with people in all age ranges - from kids in swimsuits and shorts to grannies wearing shades that had since gone out of fashion.

There was so much activity everywhere- I mean that much was obvious.

The park was alive with kids and high school kids each in a different section, couples and tired parents laid on blankets on the grass chatting and laughing among themselves.

The air was sweet with a promise of even better summer days but as sweet and promising as the atmosphere was some people didn't want any more of it but that was not the case of a certain couple.

Inside an air conditioned restaurant, away from all the heat and fuss beyond the walls of the sturdy building a couple sat in perhaps the darkest and most inviting corner of the room. For some reason they seemed to not be in the same world as everyone else, it was clear that they were lost in their own special world.

The intensity at which they glanced at each other could light up a dishcloth if they paid attention to anything else in their surroundings.

A fine male sat opposite an equally stunning woman both of them fascinating to look at yet simple in a unique sense. He had such strikingly blue eyes. Those were probably the first alluring feature that anyone would point out on him and his happiness was as clear as diamond as it shone bright in his eyes.

Next was his beautifully sculpted face. He had that kind of face that you would not want to look at after a first glance because you thought it was too perfect to be real. With trimmed eyebrows, minimal eyelashes, a pointed nose, daring cheekbones, tempting lips and the straightest jawline you ever saw.

In simple terms, he was an Adonis.

"Carter!" the woman opposite him squealed, pressing her own handkerchief to her mouth to hide her laughter.

The man, Carter grinned showing pearly white teeth and a smile that could tug the heartstrings of any lady.

"It's the truth Eleanor. And you know it."

Eleanor smiled dropping the handkerchief that she had been holding onto her lap.

She shook her head at him trying to feign a disappointed look. "That's not true."

Carter laughed at her poor acting lifting his wine glass to his lips to take a sip of the wine they had been served nearly an hour ago.

He dropped the glass dabbing at his mouth like an English baron.

"Believe whatever you want to believe," he teased.

Resting his elbows on the draped table he leaned forward and dropped his voice, "Just know that you helped me prove my point by laughing."

Eleanor desperately fought with her mind to keep the smile from blossoming on her face but she couldn't help it and a second later she burst into another fit of laughter.

The other diners paid no heed to her laughter or their rather loud conversations. By the time the first hour passed they were already accustomed to it. So looking at them hoping to shush them would be a failed attempt.