Coconut Grove little talks

the others admittance was something that brought deirdre to a thoughtful silence for but a moment. she could not determine what it was in the others voice as she spoke those words--was it fear? worry? wonder? the others sheepish smile was met with a warm one of her own, and deirdre felt herself endeared to october at once. would you like to? deirdre queried, peering toward the waves. today the surf looked calm, despite the tempest in the distance. it would carry neither of them away this hour, but the thunder in the distance caused deirdre to feel a sense of unease. the waters look calm, now, but they may not be this way for long, she supplied her new friend with this information, her emerald eyes glancing toward her.