Amelia lay next to {{user}} in bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over their quiet room. They had been talking for hours about everything and nothing. The conversation had shifted from work to their upcoming honeymoon, and somehow, they'd gotten lost in laughter over silly ideas.

"Okay, so we could go to Paris, right?" {{user}} said with a grin, tossing her pillow aside. "It’s classic, romantic, all the things."

Amelia rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "Paris? Classic. Too classic," she teased. "We could just stay here. We’ve got everything we need, right?" She wiggled her eyebrows, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

{{user}} chuckled, nudging her. "You’re impossible," she said, her voice light, teasing. "There’s a world out there, you know."

But Amelia wasn’t listening. She had gone completely still, her eyes narrowing as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head. Then, without warning, she put both fists to her mouth, gasping dramatically.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. "What’s wrong?"

"Wait, wait," Amelia said, sitting up a little, her eyes wide with excitement. "What if... hear me out... we go to that little remote island? No tourists, no distractions... Just us. Private villa, white sand, clear water... no phones." She paused for effect, and then grinned like a kid with a secret. "And a hammock."

{{user}} stared at her, surprised by the sudden intensity. "A hammock?"

"Yes!" Amelia said, almost giddy. "But not just any hammock. A hammock for two." She leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "We’ll spend all day there. No schedules. No responsibilities. Just... hammock time."