Page 44 of Cinematic Destinies
“I believe the word ismagical,” she said with a playful look.
“Indeed.”
“Oh look,” Georgia said, pointing. “There really are rabbits.”
“Ah, and songbirds too,” Roo added, a few birds beginning to chirp as if on cue. “This place is like a fairy tale of sorts.”
Georgia giggled. “It’s kind of funny. My mother wrote some children’s fairy-tale books. They all take place in a forest that I kind of pictured like this one.”
“I didn’t know that about your mother. I was only aware of her philosophy books.”
“She wrote a really famous philosophy book about love, dedicated to my dad, of course. After that, she decided to share her views in a kid-friendly format, I think as an alternative to traditional princess stories. She wrote the books when I was little and dedicated them to me and my siblings.”
“That’s so special. Did you like them?” he asked.
She nodded. “I loved them when I was little. They all took place somewhere like this. I don’t remember the details, but at the end of one of them, the characters look up at the top of the trees, trying to figure out where the trees end and the sky begins. Eventually, they decide it doesn’tmatter. That’s when they realize how beautiful it is.” She craned her neck to look at the top of the trees and added, “It was a metaphor about love, and how we try to hold on to ourselves, but if we let go, we create something new with another person—like the space where the trees touch the sky.”
“That’s lovely.”
Georgia shrugged. “My mom’s a hopeless romantic. I’ve never taken it too seriously. It’s a nice story, though.”
He gave her a gentle peck on the lips. “You never know, maybe it’s more than a nice story.”
“Do you really believe in those kinds of fairy tales?”
Two songbirds began singing, again as if on cue. Roo smiled and said, “More so by the minute.”
“THAT PLACE? ARE YOU QUITE SURE?”Roo asked.
“Yes, let’s get in line,” Georgia replied, tugging his hand.
He laughed. “Here I’d take you to the best restaurant in the city, and you choose this little hole-in-the-wall crêperie where we have to wait in a line spilling out the door.”
“The line means it’s good. Besides, we did fancy last night. Don’t you just love crêpes?”
He kissed her forehead. “I do. Honestly, this place would probably be my pick too, I just didn’t know it would be yours. You are surprising, Georgia Sinclair Forrester.”
“Good. I don’t want you to get bored.”
“No chance of that,” he assured her.
“Reykjavík is so cool. Although I’m still bummed out that the penis museum was closed. What kinds of exhibits do you suppose they have?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “but I’m glad we missed our chance. I’m afraid you’d see I don’t measure up and that you could do a lot better.”
She giggled and refocused on the crêperie as they moved forward in line. “This place is going to be awesome.”
“It bloody well smells good. What are you going to have in yours, something savory or something sweet?”
“I’m not sure,” she replied, reading the menu posted in the window. “I kind of have a sweet tooth right now, but it is supposed to be our dinner.”
“How about we get one of each and share, then we won’t have to feel guilty,” Roo suggested.
“That sounds like a perfect plan. What fillings do you like?”
“I’m easy. I’ll eat just about anything. Like I’ve told you, my pantry at home is mostly tins and cans, and I don’t mind a bit.” She giggled and he asked, “Do you fancy ham and cheese?”
“Yeah. Maybe we can add some spinach to make it a little healthier.”
