“That’s the one,” she said pointing to the photograph on the far wall of the store. It was wedged between different landscape images and had a really ugly frame around it.
He turned to look where she was pointing. The wall was covered with a variety of themes–none of which were similar to the one she had shown him as inspiration. “Which one?”
She walked across the floor and pointed at an image of a dead tree against a night sky. “This one.” She turned with a triumphant look in her eyes.
“You said bright and beachy. That’s, um, the opposite.”
“That’s what I thought I wanted. Now that I’ve found what I DO want, why would I go back to my first idea? That’s not me.”
“Always changing your mind?” He ducked as she swiped at his shoulder.
“I seem to recall that I had another boyfriend when we met. Should I have stayed with him because I met him first?”
“Well, no…but that’s different.”
“Oh, I get it. It only applies to you? What about the cabin in the woods that we rented instead of the initial motel?”
“Hmm,” he said. “Maybe you’re right. That was a good change of plans too.”
She pointed at the photograph. “Remember the night hike to the cliff? Now, you see why this is the right one?”
Realization dawned on face. “It looks just like that tree where we…,” he stopped short.