Hannah's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You've always wanted to see the sculpture garden?  Tell me what your favorites are, Andrew?"  He had her total attention, eyes riveted upon his face.  Looking into his blue eyes, she waited.  The blue of robin's eggs, The blue of the sky after a heavy spring shower.  So surprised that she'd stopped walking, in the midst of tourists and visitors, creating a small island against the flow of moving bodies.