The smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air; the fall breeze wafts through the sliver in the open window; the morning sun seeping through the curtains, giving the room a beautiful golden glow. They sit a good distance from each other. Jonathan sat on one side of the couch with his legs crossed and a book in hand. Jonathan’s attention kept drifting; leaving him to reread the same paragraph more times than he’d like. He kept looking at {{user}}, admiring him as if they weren't already married.