“What else is as resourceful?” he asked. “Beaches are boring.”
They shuffled about the museum like penguins. She, selective as to what she would read fully. He, reading every word of everything.
Entering the next room, she glanced back. He was trailing far behind, pointing his camera in various yoga poses.
Near closing time she slid outdoors, but where was he?
A search was initiated with the loiterer being found in a dimly lit room.
“Isn’t that…?” he mumbled, aiming his camera.
The Roman goddess stood unfazed.