Wheeling Gull Isle we fuel the fire, the spark

Vienna scooted over a tidge closer to the edge to make some room for him to join her, but the ledge wasn't huge. As a necessity her shoulder pressed against his (not that she was complaining). At his words she gave him a little bump though, responding teasingly . "I imagine I'll hear about this place often, then?" She didn't really know him that well yet, but he certainly was attractive enough to be that sort. Even if not, it made for a good jest.

She wouldn't have thought of the date application had he not mentioned it, but now that he did, she had to agree with the prospect. Honestly all that romantic stuff didn't really make much sense to her flighty mind, but as far as cliches go, it would be a top notch spot. How many ladies would be willing to make the swim was the question.

"Better hope a bird doesn't drop one on your head though. Might put a damper on the mood." She giggled at the thought of it. She'd trade about anything to be able witness that.