They were a healthy couple. They didn’t cling to each other or always demand to know where the other was, or where they had been. They had their separate jobs, and went about their nights as couples usually did – some nights they spent together, others they spent apart. The time apart was a blessing, now, as he did not want Athena to see what his plans were. Though she already knew, to an extent. They were just plans he hadn’t yet followed through on. And what better time than now?
Shifting his gaze from the sky, Cosimo slowly released his breath; breath that should have steamed in the chill air, but which did not. He didn’t have the body heat to allow for the steamy perspiration. The night was still early and some of the shops had extended their opening hours on certain days of the week leading up until Christmas. It was to the business centre of town that Cosimo walked, preferring the exercise to the sports car he had parked in the garage beneath the apartment complex. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his heavy grey trench – he didn’t need to wear it, but it helped to blend in.
The further he walked the brighter it got; he left the apartment buildings and suburbia behind, and entered the busy shopping district. Christmas carols drifted out of open doors. Too many people had scowls on their faces, rushing to their destinations, or home again. Cosimo meandered, taking in the sights and sounds, revelling in the world that surrounded him. His spirits were high, his mood fatally optimistic.
But when was it not?