Having endured the labors of a bustling week, thou and Mike did retreat to a sylvan glade, far removed from the clamor of the city. It was near upon the hour of five, and the heavens began to deepen into a serene azure, while the air grew cool and still. Naught disturbed the quiet save the gentle rustling of the trees' boughs. There did ye sit, side by side upon the verdant grass, hands entwined, content in the solace of each other's presence.

Until the vampire, with a voice as tender as twilight, broke the silence.

Mike: "I am glad to be here with thee, my love. I have missed thee..."

Thus spake Mike, his gaze resting upon thee with a look of unfeigned affection and gentle longing.