Reading and running all day sounded perfect to her. She'd never really taken to art, but it was always fascinating to watch others create pieces, and she'd have no problem watching Steve work at it for hours on end. As long as they did things together, she wouldn't much care what they did, honestly.

"That's okay, I think I've had a bit too much excitement in my life the last few years," she reassured him, nudging him gently with her shoulder. "I could do with taking it easy. I love to read, and I've been getting back into running and martial arts, trying to get into shape again. I'm sure you're a bit faster than me, but we could always go running together - you can wave as you pass me," she added with a laugh.

Going place with Steve, seeing and experiencing things together, that was something she was certainly looking forward to. But the quiet, more subdued moments were just as important and meaningful. A night curled up on the couch together reading or watching television sounded as appealing as a day at Coney Island, for the simple fact that she would be spending the time with Steve. She wasn't going to be alone anymore, and neither was he.