The song ended and Abi clapped loudly, still giggling as another song started up. It was as if Cole Porter was playing for just them, her and Hemingway. Reaching behind her without looking, she located Hemingway's free arm and wrapped it around her waist so they could be close again. She simply missed the arm that anchored her.
She sipped her drink and closed her eyes for a second, to block out the sights and take in everything she could smell and hear. Cigar smoke, whiskey and bourbon, and him of course. Laying herself back against him with her eyes still closed, she said, "I suppose you're right. I better just live in the moment, instead of trying to capture it on camera." She grinned in pure bliss, ensconced in the moment.
"My heart is thumping right now," she whispered to him, like it was a giant secret.