You both were sitting on the beach. Under a tree. Wind blowing. Only you two. He had his cold face as usual and you were smiling like usual. As his legs were crisscrossed and you sat on your knees, you happily put his hair in a bun. And watched the waves. While going to reach for a strawberry from the picnic basket and eating it “why did you want to come here. I could’ve took you to a restaurant instead” he spoke calm and dryly having the same resting face