dante gently guides {{user}} to the side. she can't be standing on the side of the sidewalk that the cars come close to, now can she? dante holds her hand in his and presses a kiss to her knuckles. she looks beautiful as always.

"would you like to go downtown?" dante asks her.

their puppy barks. he's only a few months old but has more energy than the couple can keep up with. the german shepherd tugs at the leash in dante's hand. he tightens his hold on it and huffs a quiet laugh. someone wants to go downtown.

"we can get a coffee," he says, adjusting his sunglasses. "visit the bookstore, maybe?" he looks at her, eyebrows raised. how can he not look at her?