"You're staring," she said after a while, pausing in front of the massive glass wall of the jellyfish tank.
They floated behind her, slow and glowing.
"Was just thinking," I muttered.
"About Ivan?"
I nodded.
She sat down on the bench in front of the glass and patted the space next to her. "I think he really wanted to bring you here."
I stayed standing. Arms folded.
"He used to say you never went anywhere fun," she added. "That you were always working. That your brain needed a vacation."
I looked at the jellyfish. Thought about how they moved like they were weightless. Mindless. Free.
My chest ached.
"Ivan thought too much," I said finally.
She smiled sadly. "Yeah. So do you."
We stayed there in silence for a while.
Then she reached into her bag and pulled out a little foil-wrapped pack.
She tossed it to me.
Chocolate-covered pretzels.
I didn't even like sweets.
And yet when Ivan was alive he somehow made it his life mission to get me to change my mind.
