A calm sort of silence settled over the two of you as the rowboat slowed to a stop in the middle of the lake, the water gently lapping the sides as Francis took his hands off the oars. It was a warm summer afternoon in the countryside, and Francis had offered to take you on a quick row to get away from the noise of the “others”—meaning, of course, Bunny and Bunny alone—which you had accepted almost immediately. While the conversations you had with the rest of the Greek class were fine enough, it was nice to just bask in the silence sometimes like you did with the man sitting across from you now. It was never uncomfortable and he never prompted a conversation when you didn’t want one, seeming to understand when just enjoying each others’ presence in peace and quiet was enough. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one before offering one to you with a slight raise of an eyebrow.