119 Stop!

"This is really beautiful. I feel like I can do this all night," Grace whispered as she looked at the starry sky from the rooftop of the house. Her troubles were not gone, and neither were her worries over. But it felt good to simply focus on the beautiful and peaceful night sky. 

They were both lying side by side on their back, on top of a blanket that Brad had spread on the cold floor, with their heads resting on a pillow while they looked skyward.

"Yeah, I know. I usually come here when I need to think and can't go to my cottage," Brad said with a smile.

"What do you come here to think about? Women problem, perhaps?" Grace asked curiously, making Brad chuckle. 

"That is the least of my problem," Brad said without exactly answering her question. 

"I'll like to see your cottage someday," Grace said with a sigh.