Or a candle dancing on the breeze

He had somewhat expected perhaps a joking response, a denial or maybe even an insinuation that perhaps she'd be the one behind such a movement. When instead he received silence he wondered if perhaps his comment had been a little too assuming. She didn't know him any better than he knew her. He honestly had forgotten that the weren't on equal footing rank wise as well, a fact that happened often still when conversing with friends. He let the subject die as she did, dismissing any worry he might have offended and moving on.

"I remember you talking about her. Your mom, that is." The first time they had met she had mentioned her family. Her father moreso though. "What was she like?" She sounded like an interesting character then and even moreso now, hearing that she wasn't the type to have children.