On solitary lunch breaks by the lake. Just me, a book and some music. I eat, I read, and I doze for a second before I head back to the office after what always feels like a mini-vacation.

We walk up the hill with ease, deep in conversation. What a nice ritual this could become, I think as we sit on the sofa later.

“I feel like there should have been a hissing sound when I got in,” she says as she takes her first strokes in the water.