After a while, she asked me if I had ever been to Miami. I said no, but I had always wanted to go. She said that she would love to show me around when the weather cooled off a little.

We finished our coffee and went our separate ways. But as I walked home, I couldn't stop thinking about that young woman. I knew that I would never forget the last day of summer, and I knew that someday I would go to Miami with her.