It’s freezing running from the hotel room to the hot tub. We’re laughing as we run, barefoot on the concrete that is wet with dew. He opens a beer and jumps in, splashing me. I slide in next to him, self-conscious in my swimsuit. I’ve seen his wife. She’s not big like me.
“Do you believe in aliens?”, he asks me, looking at the vast, starry sky. “How could there not be life out there? We can’t be alone.”
We talk for hours, until three, or four in the morning. Even though we have to be to work in a little bit. This is what we always do. Talk and talk. I gaze up at the night sky too. Huddle next to him. He puts his arm around me lazily, sips from his beer.