Blue and purple were the main themes of the sky that night. It was the perfect setting: the melodic tune emitting from nature, cool grass beneath his hands, the breeze. Even the location was nothing short of being perfect - secluded and sensual for the both of you. Gale normally would've been enraptured by the scene before him, but his eyes were transfixed on something much more pleasant.

"I love this time of night," his voice rang out in an almost hushed gravel.