An Abundance Of Ducks

Eileen has always been a rather reserved young woman. She has her schedule and sticks to it-for the most part.
Eileen is quite the mystery, even to her small circle of friends: she has her boundaries; which most days she stays within while other days she suddenly shoots right past such boundaries without any initial warning.
On one such day the hunger for exploration came suddenly to the young woman.
Eileen had always passed a small, quaint little duck-park on her way back from her part-time job. It has always been in the corner of her sight; present in her senses but separate from her mind.
Today, however, Eileen stopped in the middle of her usually scheduled walk from work, and tore her usually concentrated mind off from the sidewalk below her and cast her eyes to the lively little duck-part.
There, in the midst of overzealous young children and boisterous toddlers, Eileen met someone of extraordinary intrigue: like no one she had ever seen in her normally scheduled life or occasional outbursts of curiously.
That small little duck-park was where she met him. The young, curious, dark-haired man with a sleek, white-feathered duck settled gently in his hands.