It's been years since they've returned to city hall. It's not as though they forgot, they've simply just been too busy for too long, what with their jobs, grandchildren,etc. there was hardly any time for vacationing with just the two of them. And Leslie thought that though it'd been a long time, not that much could have possibly changed in her absence. But, now that they're here, she sees how wrong she was.
The walls had been repainted, and some were even missing, most likely knocked out in a refurbishing project a few years back. The offices are sleeker, the ceiling is higher, and believe it or not, Leslie was able to let all of it go after only a few minutes. All except the missing old artworks, one piece specifically, the wild flower mural.
Now that was not only here favourite place to eat lunch, to read over new reports, to just sit and think, but for the longest time that was their spot. That's where her and her now husbands relationship had begun to grow past slight flirting. That's where they would meet every day for brunch in the winter five days a week for years. There was no way she was going to let that painting go. No way. No how.
They spent the rest of the day searching all over city hall for it. They asked around the offices, searched all the floors (even the fourth), until stealing the keys to the basement from a member of the janitorial staff. It was shoved back into a corner with the rest of the older art, covered in an old white sheet, but they managed to find it.
They ended up not being able to move it up the stairs safely on their own, so they sat and talked about times they remember from the painting, or city hall, or anything from their marriage. They just talk to eachother, until they both end up nodding off for the night on the cold basement floor leaning against eachother for warmth and comfort.
They both have terrible back pain in the morning, but it's worth it, because the city let's them take it home.