Past 11:30, going downtown and past the Hart Plaza, we spent some extra minutes on the road and then came to a stop at a pier.
Descending from our ride, we boarded a speedboat, the proximity between our bodies very close.
It took a while, but soon we stepped off the boat and got on Belle Isle, her slim, soft arm entwined in mine, and our gazes swept over the sights on the island.
"The air smells clean."
"That's what happens when the likes of you are present to pollute it."
Amber, with her blue eyes, was far from offended by my words—a smile rather climbed her face.
"So, you watched my videos."
"It's not every day you see a woman speeding around like she has nine lives."
"Men do it all the time. Why can't a woman?"
"'Cause women don't have balls."
"Hmm, I heard the heavier the better."
"Yes."
"How heavy are yours?"
"Light actually. I have a strong relationship with life."
"So, a coward?"
