In the Fields Hotel Garden
“Hey! Wait up!“ Mike stood up, waving his hand to grab their attention. Halfway across the walkway he stop in his tracks to blow a kiss back at the elderly lady he had been sitting on a bench and chatting with under a blossoming tree. “For good luck. Make sure you catch it on its way down,“ he winked before turning his attention back to the person he saw and jogging up to them the rest of the way. “Where have you disappeared to? I don’t think I’ve seen you since Saint Patrick's Day.”
















