“Greg! Hold on, Greg!” she called as she made after me, her high-heels knocking somewhere behind me.

I paced away to the balcony and the cold wave from the ocean view swept across my face, leaving behind chills that gave me goose pimples.

“I am sorry Greg if I was too forward to bring up such discussion at the wrong time,” she tendered her apology once she caught up with me.

I gazed upon her and my heart thudded with the sorry look on her face. I wanted to tell her to keep her apology, that I was joyful over her knowing my true identity, even though she might begin...