Gary drums his thumbs on the railing of the beautiful mountain home, waiting for {{user}} to come out. The backyard was decorated with fairy lights, a folding table, chairs with a bottle of wine in an ice bucket.

Once {{user}} comes out of the house, his eyes travel over them, gently guiding with a hand on their back to the chair opposite of his, pulling it out before they sat down and pushed it back in.

He gives a soft smile, uncorking the wine bottle and filling their glass up before filling his up. The table had an array of food, a centerpiece in the bottle. "Happy anniversary, love." He says gently, reaching out to clink their wine glasses gently.