Later, when the sun began to dip, she took him somewhere else.
They stood in front of the Main Tower in central Frankfurt.
"You're kidding," he said.
"Nope."
They took the elevator up to the observation deck.
When the doors opened, the skyline stretched out before them in a 360-degree panorama. The river Main reflecting the fading sunlight. Glass skyscrapers catching the last golden rays. The city glowing.
The wind was gentle at that height.
They stepped closer to the railing.
The sun began its descent.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
It was quiet up there. Peaceful.
Lukas rested his forearms on the railing and looked out over the city.
Frankfurt.
Home.
His city.
The place that had embraced him. The place whose fans were begging him not to leave.
The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks.
Joanna slipped her hand into his.
He squeezed it.
"You okay?" she asked softly.
He nodded slowly.
"Yeah."
And this time, he meant it.
