The freezing wind hit my face.

Mark raised his wrist to check the time.

The heavy gold watch caught the harsh noon sunlight.

He tapped the glass face twice.

He laughed at something the woman said and set his coffee mug on the railing.

He looked like a man who never intended to spend another winter weekend in Oak Creek.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a silver key ring, and handed it to the woman.

“He comes here every weekend,” I said.