He had told her about the dry heat on the other side of the mountains where he had spent all his life until he went away to college, but he could tell from her flushed cheeks that it might take her a while to adapt.
Even walking under the sidewalk awnings which shielded the goods in the shop windows and the potential customers from the direct rays of the sun wasn’t enough to cool his fiancé down.
With not a hint of a breeze in the air and the temperature soaring above 100 degrees, he quickened his steps and guided her into the soda shop where they found an empty table directly under the old paddle board ceiling fan stirring the air just enough to give her an inkling of a breeze.
As they waited for the waitress to come take their order, he nudged her arm, smiled and nodded at a little boy about five or six who had just walked through the door with his younger sister and were now standing in front of the high counter.
When the waitress peaked over the counter and asked her young customers how she could help them, the boy’s response, “Can we get a drink of water?” was met with “Of course!” as she winked at the Mom pushing a stroller toward them.
Now almost sixty years later, the couple reminisced that day in the soda shop and she told him again that it was one of those moments when she knew he would be a good father to the children they would someday have.