When they were ready to leave, Diego helped Isabella with her coat, kissing her neck as she slid into it.  Little shivers went down her spine and she smiled.  Diego was always a gentleman, and she appreciated his attention.<br/><br/>Outside, dried leaves dressed in gold and brown swirled gently as the breeze picked them up and pirouetted, then gently released them back to the ground to dash across the way until another dancing breeze picked them up again.  The last golden rays of the sunset painted the sky with golds, blues and mauves, a spectacular painting no artist could match.  They walked to the park, Isabella’s hand on his arm, lightly leaning against him.<br/><br/>Toward the center of the park was an area with a lake which, due to the late hour and cool temperatures, was deserted except for a duo of playing squirrels and a handful of pigeons looking for a bedtime snack.  Diego stopped there and turned to Isabella, taking her in his arms and holding her, suggesting they watch the moon rise before walking further.  She melted into his embrace, holding him tightly, her head pressed against his chest.<br/><br/>When they looked at each other, their love evident in their eyes, the moon’s first glimmering appeared above the rooftops, and as their lips gently touched, the lake turned to shimmering silver.<br/><br/><br/>