He could see her from the street as he walked down to the shore. The street reflected the sky in the water lying from the recent shower.
He could see wisps of her stray hair swirling in the wind. As he crossed in front of the Carlton and stepped onto the pavement, he looked at the back of her neck, white and slender, her dark hair pulled up in a loose knot on top of her inclined head. Like him, she had her hands thrust deep in her coat pockets.
He stood by her side and leaned softly against her shoulder. He took out a packet of Marlboro and lit two, passing her the cigarette, shielding it from the wind.