Both hands resting in the hollow of Lyle's curved arm, Ephyra leaned into him without hesitation. Yet, Lyle neither shifted nor complained about her weight. He simply stayed upright, letting her cling however she pleased, like he was her anchor in the shifting tide of tourists around them.
The thought made her chuckle softly as she closed her eyes for a second, savoring the kiss of the evening sun and the salty breeze drifting up from the harbor.
They strolled past the Statue of Liberty Crown Café, or at least, they were about to—until something tugged at Ephyra's attention. She slowed to a stop, eyes catching the quaint storefront and the colorful cluster of souvenir stalls nearby. Tourists bustled between racks of novelty shirts, postcards, and miniature liberty statues. It was the kind of spot that screamed vacation photo dump incoming.
Lyle paused beside her, his gaze flicking toward the shops.
Ephyra smiled. "Let's check that café out, hmm?"
