Want to go to Copenhagen?

The apartment was full of warm light. It was nestled near the top of one of Manhattan's highest towers. The storm thrashed the floor to ceiling windows with harmless theatrics. I was sprawled on a too-stiff couch, staring up at the deconstructed chandelier that subtly denoted the seating area. The fixture was imported from Copenhagen where they made an art of filtering light.   

I reached for the martini I had set on the coffee table. “Want to go to Copenhagen?”

Aiden pressed a hand against the window. “Why Copenhagen? I would rather be somewhere like Bermuda... or maybe Province. What’s the south of France like in October?” 

“Stories always start when it’s dark and stormy. Have you ever heard of anything exciting beginning on a warm and clear night? ” I laughed. “It was a clear and warm night in Aix when suddenly, out of the fountains, came a giant gooey monster.”  

“We had our first date on a summer evening.’ He pouted.

“It wouldn’t be very romantic if we had encountered a giant gooey monster. Besides, twilight’s a different story.” I set my drink back down and joined him by the window.  I closed my eyes, resting myself against his solid body. I let the silence linger for several beats before prodding his shoulder with my chin. “Double entendre est entré?” I whispered.  

“Huh? Sorry, I was trying to think of stories that start on warm nights”

“It’s fine. I am terrible at word play, French or otherwise.” I smirked, kissing his neck. 

He returned my kiss, but I could tell he was distracted. “Midsummer night’s dream! That's Italy though. What would you say to the Amalfi coast?”  

“I spent a week in Naples last summer. It was beautiful, but I want to work a little harder to reate an atmosphere.”  

“I have never been to Copenhagen.” Aiden mused. 

“Really? It’s nice… cozy.”

“Full of hygge?” He laughed. “That word saturated self help books last year.” 

“Yeah I suppose. But the city is small, the colors are painted, and the gardens are wild. It’s just very… human.” 

Aiden smiled. “When do you want to go?”

 

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