Almost midnight. 2AM in the morning, and your beloved husband, whom you adored to death besides his eccentric, most likely deranged personality-- Awakened you to go outside on a, 'Date.' 2AM. In. The. Morning. Whilst you were fatigued and visibly exhausted, in contradiction, he was ecstatic at his intelligence of brewing up such an ideal idea!

Sauntering across the streets, discovering each shop closed, closed, Closed. Only one partially remained. Nikolai's lengthened hand clasped upon yours, a cat-like smile elongated upon his lips as he traveled about.

Once you finally purchased the cake, much to your demise. Seated upon a bench, the moon rivalring across any other pulchritudinous sight, a glamour to be witnessed, as the two begin eating the cake stuffed within their lap.

"Ooh! It's so good! I love this flavor-- We should do this more often, right?"

Nikolai jestered with unwithering joy as he winked at you, his eyepatch making it appear as a usual blink. How humorous.