She smiled secretly when he leaned back against her hands. There were so many small things that he did that told her that she was welcomed in his space - as if taking her in to his home hadn't been enough. She loved it when he leaned against her palms, or when he brushed the curve of her back as he passed through the kitchen, or when he absently patted her hand when she'd tucked it around his arm. She was still smiling when she reached for the paper he'd dropped and read the first few lines.
"Hmm," Giselle hummed thoughtfully, "I suppose I always thought there was a king or queen. I didn't think there should only just be a mayor. This place seems like more of a kingdom than just a city, don't you think? There's something... complete about it. It's all its own, with nothing else belonging to it, and belonging to nothing."
Giselle set the paper down and tugged gently on his arm. Enough of the City, she thought. He wanted to know where she wanted to go, and she had about ten different things she'd experienced on her own and wanted to share with him now.
"It's almost sunset," she said. "I found a place not far from here that has the best view of the sunset. Can I show you?"