“Nice weather today,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she said quickly. Too quickly. He fixed his deep green eyes on her brown ones and didn’t blink. They clashed with the red of her dress.
“Indeed,” he continued thoughtfully. “Tell me, why exactly did you pick this spot for today? Just out of curiosity, of course.”

The pillars surrounding the open space provided shade… and hiding places, he noted. Hardly clever, but good enough for an ambush.

“I- I don’t know,” she stuttered, lowering her eyes. Without realizing it, her voice had dropped to a whisper.
He nodded pensively before speaking, his voice dropping in answer to hers. “Then, can you explain to me why you’ve set me up?”

It wasn’t an accusation or threat, or a show of intelligence. It was a question, a simple quarry from one lover to another.

Her eyes rose to meet his, and she burst into tears.

“Okay,” he whispered. He wiped a tear from her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Okay.”

He wrapped his arms around her and waited for the gunman to shoot.