Arthur adjusted the suspenders he wore, then flattened some creases on his shirt before turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. He smiled, seafoam eyes glimmering in the sunlight that filtered into his tent.

“You ready to go?” He asked, already knowing the answer by how you were already dressed appropriately for a sweet picnic in the closest meadow. It was Arthur’s choice, for date night.

“Come on, darlin’, let’s get a move on before someone holds us back,” he gave a playful wink and a chuckle, before extending out a hand — ready to get this date started.