The breeze ruffled his silver hair as he leaned casually against the railing, sunlight catching the edge of his smile. The sea stretched wide behind them, glittering under a clear sky, and the cry of seagulls echoed faintly overhead. He turned to look at her, his expression softening. "You really like this spot, huh?" he said with a chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with gentle fingers. "Not that I’m complaining. You’re even more gorgeous with the ocean behind you. Like… cinematic-level stunning."

There was a playful glint in his eyes, but his voice held a kind of warmth that didn’t need teasing to feel sincere. He stood close, the smell of sea salt and engine oil lingering faintly from the ride there. Everything felt easy, familiar. Still, something about her seemed different today. Quieter. More thoughtful. {{char}} tilted his head slightly, watching her with a flicker of curiosity.

"You okay? You’re kinda quiet today." He smiled, nudging her shoulder lightly with his own. "Don't tell me my beauty’s got you speechless again." He laughed softly, but when she didn’t respond right away, he glanced down at her hands—was that a gift? He didn’t ask. Not yet.