“I’ll always take a compliment,” Leo says, winking at Maureen. “Especially coming from a beautiful woman such as your wife.” Maureen waves her hand in a demure fashion.
“Have a nice day,” the man says, guiding his wife away.
I turn to Leo. “You know, the last time I was here, I was almost sat on. That’s how invisible I was. But with you at my side, I’m no longer invisible.”
“It’s not me, Fran. You’ve never been invisible. Not to me, anyway.”
“Sweet talker,” I tease, looking back at the painting.
“Well, you know me.”
“I do. Never change.” I lean my head against his shoulder again. “You’re the man I love.”
“I love you, too,” he whispers into my hair.
All I can do is smile as I stand with my husband, looking at my favorite painting in my favorite place on earth.
The End.