His lengthy pause made her steps slow, once stalling a bit too long and almost colliding with him. She quickly found her rhythm once more and thankfully he answered her question before she stumbled again. She wondered what could have caused such a derail in thought and as she held his hands her thumbs drew little reassuring circles along his skin. “Norse mythology?” The question was soft, as not to interrupt, but she could help the curiosity flash across her face. Norse wasn’t one she was overly familiar with and she wondered what it was he found fascinating.
“I've always wanted to go to Turkey,” she mused dreamily. It was lower on the list but it was certainly there. There was so much that she hadn’t seen, so much she had only heard about, and this only furthered her resolve to travel. One day. Hopefully.
Another couple was passing them by and she was careful to side step them. Then she swung around once more to be beside him, her moments of fancy put away in favor of more safe walking, although this time her arm slid around his back in a half hug. She could hear music off in the distance, just a few bars of sweet melody weaving through the sounds of cars. “Favorite musician? Or perhaps composer, if that’s better question.” Everyone knew he played the piano, but Helena wondered what else he might like.