"Just tell me—do you like me?"
"Very much. Don't you know, Ann?"
"Tell me that."
He told her. And the sun went down completely beyond the unseen horizon, leaving behind a gray world. The concrete cylinders loomed larger in the dusk, more forbidding. A wind whined across the unprotected land.
"It's been wonderful out here," she said. "I'll never forget it. At first it scared me, but—not now."
"You'll come out again."
She smiled, staring off into the distance. "Yes, of course."
He felt her shiver. "You're getting cold. We'll have to go in."
"I'm not really cold." She gazed at him seriously. "I'm glad we were both free this afternoon."
He weighed his answer, wondering how she would react. "I wasn't," he said. "Today was a work day for me. I didn't report."