They sat on a park bench, warmed by the evening sun. He held her hand, rocking back and forth slightly, as if he couldn't get enough of the moment. A tiny petal was stuck in her hair, and he gently removed it, lingering with his fingers on her cheek.

"You know,"

he said with a soft smile,

"sometimes it seems to me that the whole day is just waiting for this moment."

"What moment?"

she asked, squinting.

"When I see your smile. It's like... the finale of the whole day."

She blushed and lowered her gaze, but the corners of her lips still twitched into a warm smile. He lightly touched her nose with his — just for a second, almost as a joke, but that little gesture said it all: tenderness, love, the feeling that the two of them together were already a whole world.