As we drive back toward the hotel, I begin to feel sleepy.

The same driver who earlier offered me a blanket is now behind the wheel, quietly maneuvering through the dark, peaceful evening streets.

My fingers are laced together on my lap, and I replay everything from tonight,the river, the taste of the water, the conversation Nolan and I shared, and the couples strolling past us arm in arm.

The entire evening feels surreal, almost too good to be true.

I lean slightly toward Nolan. "Is that ...