I stayed kneeling in the mud.

I shook hard in the cool spring evening air.

The soaked wool of the shawl pressed against my skin like a sheet of ice.

I kept my frozen hands locked around the canvas grocery tote.

Quick footsteps came hurrying over the wet grass from the white catering tent.

Leo stopped right next to me.

He had on a crisp, clean white server’s uniform.

He wiped his palms nervously on his black apron.