The dark oak-lined walls of the pub were free of anyone but us three. Contrary as we were, we'd escaped the rare searing heat seldom visited upon Edinburgh to huddle together, a trio of peely wally faced folks, ill equipped for any semblance of sun.
The ice in our drinks clinked, swirled and cracked as we spun our glasses to toast one another.
A wordless game of randomly played pool was a distracted mask for the enchanted bond between us, as our exchange of smiles and glances traversed the dimly lit rectangle of our fond engagement.
As we made our staggering way home across Bruntsfield links, an inspired trip sent us all cascading onto the newly shorn grass. A dropped coin blazing madly in the sun, like our love.