The Presidio was beautiful.

Lizzie knew she would be happy if she could walk there every weekend with a fresh cup of coffee and a good book. The Golden Gate Bridge loomed in the distance. The wide expanse of grassy Crissy Field. The bridged spanned the clear sky above the park where families were having picnics and chasing kites. A group of sisters were trying to coordinate handstands for a silly picture.

Lizzie felt a pang in her chest at the sight. She hadn't seen her sisters in so long and right then she felt an overwhelming urge to take a ridiculous photo with both Jane and Lydia. It had been a month since she had really spoken to either of them and she was surprised by just how much she missed them.

Gigi, Lizzie and Darcy turned at the field and began walking toward a large lagoon. As they got nearer the sight nearly took Lizzie's breath away.

The lagoon was flanked by a structure that looked so classical that it must have slipped out of a different time and place. As they got closer the city seemed to shrink away.

At the center of the structure was a rotunda that stretched ten stories high with a domed roof so heavy that each support was actually two columns. It was as if they had been paired up to make their job more pleasant, a friend for support with the task at hand.

A row of Corinthian columns spanned from either side of the rotunda. Trees and bushes filled the spaces along the walking path.

Their footsteps echoed as they strolled under the dome. It felt like they had entered a cathedral even though the space was completely exposed to the natural elements.

"So, was this worth the walk?" murmured Darcy.

She liked that he did that. That he spoke softly while they walked here. She had been afraid to speak because she was sure that normal voices would break the magical spell. But Darcy didn't feel the need to dominate the space with his voice and the magic spell was preserved. He was comfortable and respectful and at ease. It was kind of sexy.

Sexy in a historical, nerdy kind of way.

Lizzie had to be careful. She might be romanticizing the situation a bit.

She smiled back at him.

"Yes. Very worth it. It's beautiful."

He gestured at the walls around them.

"It's called the Palace of Fine Arts. It's actually an exhibition space for all sorts of performances and music and art. It's been here since the early 1900s," Darcy said. "Gigi can tell you all about the friezes at the top of the rotunda."

He looked over at his sister and raised his eyebrow. He knew how much she loved to talk about allegories in murals. If she wanted to play the set-up game with him she was going to have to suffer a little and decide what was more important.

He had severely underestimated her dedication to the task at hand.

"Actually, it's getting kind of late. We should probably just keep walking toward…where are we going again?" she turned to Lizzie who looked flustered.

"Lizzie, come on. We're here. Out with it!" Gigi's voice echoed.

Lizzie sighed. She would have begged to go solo again, but she was positive she didn't know where she was supposed to go next. The Presidio had become a giant green blob on her map app. According to Google and her 3G it was a giant green park which was clearly false.

"Fine. Do you know where the Letterman Digital Arts Center is?" Lizzie asked.

For a moment Gigi looked disappointed.

"Really? I mean – oh really! Uh I mean, it must be somewhere around here if it's in the Presidio. Hm…" she tapped her finger to her chin and she caught her brother's eye over Lizzie's shoulder. His looks of exasperation would have given any teenage eye-roll a run for its money.

"Why don't we split up and canvass the area," she said.

"Let me guess, you're going to go that way?" Darcy pointed at one end of the rotunda. "And we're going to go that way."

He pointed at the opposite end of the rotunda.

"It worked in Scooby Doo, didn't it?" Gigi said.

Neither Lizzie nor Darcy had a chance to respond to her logic before she smiled at them both and turned on spot. She was almost jogging toward the park in the distance.

Lizzie was still processing what happened and so it wasn't until Darcy cleared his throat that she realized they were alone. In the city. Under a rotunda. About 30 yards away from three different couples getting their wedding photos taken. With swans.