"It's amazing." That last word is breathless with brightness at finding someone who agreed with her. Her smile something that was spun off by the sun itself, as she's looking from the guy back to the bridge itself. So many people walking across it like it's nothing. She wants to go stand on it already. She wants to fly under it and trail her fingers through it. To look up and see if everyone walking on it, suddenly looks like fragments of those prism colors.