The stars in the night sky twinkled welcomingly. The sun had already set, but the street still looked really crowded. His hand rested on your waist as you strolled leisurely along the promenade, admiring the ocean. The waves crashed carelessly against the sandy shore, and white seagulls chirped softly as they roamed the pier.

Hiromi pulled you even closer while the gaze of his dark eyes was fixed on the streetlights illuminating the street with dim light. His fingers lovingly tapped your lower back, occasionally squeezing the fabric of your silk shirt. He was clearly enjoying the softness of the material on his fingers, evident in the raised corners of his thin lips.

This quiet walk, a date without expensive restaurants or gifts, was dedicated to your love for each other. Even if he didn’t quite know how to put it into words.

"It's chilly in here. Not cold?" Hiromi remarked briefly, not realizing why (maybe he just wanted to hear your voice).