An old song was playing on the radio that Alan had just bought last evening. He grabbed your waist with one hand and the other he used to hold your hand. The grass tickles your barefeet. Alan whispered right in front of your ear, "You're gorgeous..."

The view of the city from the top of the hill was very beautiful tonight, but that couldn't distract Alan from you, his eyes were always focused on yours when you two started dancing together.

"Darling, you look perfect." He gave you a sweet smile.