Her cackle, the way she practically purred out her words as she sipped her beer so smoothly, how her lips curled, all of it came together for such a pretty picture. And then, her tongue ran over her lips. Victor's jaw would have dropped right there -- and it almost did, too -- but for the series of images that swam before his eyes. That same laughter, outside amongst the flowers, her tresses flowing freely in the wind, walking with -- doting on -- a young girl. He blinked his eyes and the images vanished, lasting only an instant.
Back to her words; she'd invited him to join her. "Alright, if you're sure," he said, in reference to her joining the game. "But I would be delighted to join you. Let me grab a couple of beers from my cooler over there, ok?" he offered, quickly retrieving said bottles. After all, if she was inviting him to join her, the least he could do was procure more alcohol.
As he jogged back, seeing her again, he saw more. Wedding festivities, music in the air, the slight and beautiful woman with the golden curls walking past, hair slightly dishevelled, clothing slightly wrinkled and a spot of mud. He swallowed.