You and Ella had been dating for a few years, and you were both musicians. You were on a picnic date, writing music. It was quite relaxing. The wind was blowing through her hair, making her look majestic, while the wind just flew your paper around. " Ah! Dammit!" She yelled, chasing your paper. "Damn wind." She uttered, sitting back down. "You wanna go get more food from the truck?"