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found this place but the way back can be a little tricky. You will need help.”
“Is this like a sacred place or something?” I ask a little bit snarky.
“It is mine.” Kieran looks down at me, easily towering me by six inches. His eyes are darker than the sea that I feel like I am drowning in them.
A depth of many oceans.
Quickly he blinks away like I can see something I shouldn’t.
“Come, I know a short cut but it means a bit of a climb. Is that ok with you?”
I nod and let him take the lead across the rocks not wanting to get lost. Letting him take my hand when the climb becomes uneven or slippery from the tide starting to come in. By the time we reach the path that I recognise, the sun has started to go down behind the horizon. Sounding a little out of breath I feel refreshed from the strenuous task.
“I did say you needed help getting out from there.” Kieran says looking very much smug with himself.
“That you did, thank you.”
“Now I think you need a drink. There is a little bar just across the road.”
“I should get back.” I tell him although I don’t really know what I want to do.
“You should but you also need to have a cold drink after that bit of a climb. Look we can sit outside so you can enjoy the sun setting.”
“One quick drink and then I had better go.”
“Deal.” Smiling Kieran takes my hand and crosses the road. I follow his lead and I don’t know why, but I don’t take my hand away until we are seated.
Kieran orders in Spanish to the young dark haired waitress and I listen to the way his tongue rolls off the words like he is a native. It is beautiful to my ears.
We sit in silence and take in the view while we wait for the young girls return. This small pub is beautiful and there is enough room on the path for two sets of small tables, both housing two chairs each. The wall behind me is decorated with patterned tiles that I have seen in other places on my walk into town earlier. Sitting in my seat I watch the harbour and the yachts not far from us and think how lovely it would to escape life and disappear in one of them right now.
It is when the drinks are placed in front of us that I get the delightful smell of fish wafting through the air and my stomach makes a sound.
“When was the last time you ate?” Kieran asks me and I place my arm across my stomach to dull the noise.
“Earlier, in the cafe.” I confess.
“That was hours ago. Hold on I’ll be back in a second.” Kieran scrapes back his chair and manoeuvres his long muscly legs from the small table, disappearing in the darkness of the bar. I take a sip of my iced cool drink and a feeling of not belonging consumes me. I shouldn’t be enjoying the sound of the water coming in to the marina and sloshing up the sides of the boats making them rock. But my legs feel heavy and tired of running away. Sitting here I’m at peace, dreaming of boarding one of those yachts, sailing away from the noise and loneliness that consumes me.
“Here we are.” The large ceramic dish is placed on the table, practically taking over the whole space. Following behind Kieran is the server, the young woman who served us our drinks and barely out of her teens with the most beautiful smiles and thick long black hair. She places two empty plates with forks on the table, balancing them on so they don’t fall. Kieran speaks in a language I know little about to the young girl and she giggles. I feel a pain in my chest, awkward that I am interrupting something; I look away back out to the sea of dreams.
“I’ll be the server tonight, pass me your plate please madam.” Not yet taking his seat, I hold my plate up to him. Using the two large serving spoons he scoops up a portion that would be far too much for me.
“Whoo stop it will over fill.” I tell him, holding my free hand up to indicate to halt.
“Nonsense, you need every bit of that in you.”
“Seriously Kieran, I don’t want to waste it.”
“Hush, eat up, I
“Is this like a sacred place or something?” I ask a little bit snarky.
“It is mine.” Kieran looks down at me, easily towering me by six inches. His eyes are darker than the sea that I feel like I am drowning in them.
A depth of many oceans.
Quickly he blinks away like I can see something I shouldn’t.
“Come, I know a short cut but it means a bit of a climb. Is that ok with you?”
I nod and let him take the lead across the rocks not wanting to get lost. Letting him take my hand when the climb becomes uneven or slippery from the tide starting to come in. By the time we reach the path that I recognise, the sun has started to go down behind the horizon. Sounding a little out of breath I feel refreshed from the strenuous task.
“I did say you needed help getting out from there.” Kieran says looking very much smug with himself.
“That you did, thank you.”
“Now I think you need a drink. There is a little bar just across the road.”
“I should get back.” I tell him although I don’t really know what I want to do.
“You should but you also need to have a cold drink after that bit of a climb. Look we can sit outside so you can enjoy the sun setting.”
“One quick drink and then I had better go.”
“Deal.” Smiling Kieran takes my hand and crosses the road. I follow his lead and I don’t know why, but I don’t take my hand away until we are seated.
Kieran orders in Spanish to the young dark haired waitress and I listen to the way his tongue rolls off the words like he is a native. It is beautiful to my ears.
We sit in silence and take in the view while we wait for the young girls return. This small pub is beautiful and there is enough room on the path for two sets of small tables, both housing two chairs each. The wall behind me is decorated with patterned tiles that I have seen in other places on my walk into town earlier. Sitting in my seat I watch the harbour and the yachts not far from us and think how lovely it would to escape life and disappear in one of them right now.
It is when the drinks are placed in front of us that I get the delightful smell of fish wafting through the air and my stomach makes a sound.
“When was the last time you ate?” Kieran asks me and I place my arm across my stomach to dull the noise.
“Earlier, in the cafe.” I confess.
“That was hours ago. Hold on I’ll be back in a second.” Kieran scrapes back his chair and manoeuvres his long muscly legs from the small table, disappearing in the darkness of the bar. I take a sip of my iced cool drink and a feeling of not belonging consumes me. I shouldn’t be enjoying the sound of the water coming in to the marina and sloshing up the sides of the boats making them rock. But my legs feel heavy and tired of running away. Sitting here I’m at peace, dreaming of boarding one of those yachts, sailing away from the noise and loneliness that consumes me.
“Here we are.” The large ceramic dish is placed on the table, practically taking over the whole space. Following behind Kieran is the server, the young woman who served us our drinks and barely out of her teens with the most beautiful smiles and thick long black hair. She places two empty plates with forks on the table, balancing them on so they don’t fall. Kieran speaks in a language I know little about to the young girl and she giggles. I feel a pain in my chest, awkward that I am interrupting something; I look away back out to the sea of dreams.
“I’ll be the server tonight, pass me your plate please madam.” Not yet taking his seat, I hold my plate up to him. Using the two large serving spoons he scoops up a portion that would be far too much for me.
“Whoo stop it will over fill.” I tell him, holding my free hand up to indicate to halt.
“Nonsense, you need every bit of that in you.”
“Seriously Kieran, I don’t want to waste it.”
“Hush, eat up, I
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