Office in the sky. Too early for lunch, she thought, but it’s time somehow. Not entirely hungry, but it’s time. Business, busy-ness, the details. Livy got up from her desk, closed the drawers and turned to leave.
“Where you going Liv,” asked Ramie.
“Out, lunch I think.”
“Just out I guess. Maybe lunch.”
“You want company?”
“Thanks Rame, I’m going alone.”
At the elevator Livy felt it again but this time with the sense of something pulling and something impending at the same time. Impending like an audition, like it was time for the show. Inside the elevator she pushed the button for the ground floor. No one was in the elevator with her but she could smell oranges, ripe. Oranges in the dead of winter she thought. Where had she smelled them like this before?
At ground level the lobby was full of others scrambling for the elevators and the doors. The light from the glass doors at the front reflected off the floor and into her face. She looked up and beyond the doors and caught a glimpse of a sun-kissed head of hair close to the street. She smelled oranges again. Portugal, she thought, then no, it couldn’t be. The Continental for pastrami she thought now, I’m a little light-headed, need to eat.
She walked through the revolving door in the crush of others. She broke free a few feet from the sidewalk, moving slowly. She walked past him and toward the light of the sidewalk. She hadn’t seen him.
“Excuse me!” he said.
“It’s you,” she said, “it’s really you.” She smelled oranges again and saw Portugal in her mind. He’s grown up, she thought, looks almost knightly.
It became just the two of them, all else disappeared. It was a deep breath taken in as far as it could go, then the exhale and the tingling and the clarity and levity, the knowing and a fusion.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” she whispered.
Morgan stepped about five feet away, and before Livy could ask, he jumped toward her.
“What’re you doing?” she said.
“A friend of mine told me it takes a leap of faith.”
She looked at him and smiled.
“Let’s go somewhere,” he said, “anywhere.”
“Yeah,” she said, not knowing the sweetness of her own voice but feeling it all over.