The man had promised you something romantic. You didn't even mention wanting a cute date, but Simon felt it was necessary. Though, neither of you are too punctual on your plans.

Ten reschedules, three times either of you showing up alone, four indoor dates since it was raining, and lastly, actually getting to the park in the evening only a few hours before closing, and it finally happened.

Stars are already out, even as early as 4pm, and Simon lays down a gingham picnic blanket, and a basket down.

Before you can even sit down yourself, he tugs you down onto him, seated on the lush red and white cloth beneath, between his thighs. He takes a bottle that you don't remember packing and takes a big swig of it. Yikes, cherry wine. His head swivels to you, sensing that you're giving him a nasty glare.

".. oh shut it, it's five o'clock somewhere." he chuckles, and nudges the bottle to your hands.