“Sweetheart, stop recording and hold my hand". He looked over his shoulder with a gentle smile as he patiently waited for you to take hold of his extended hand.

The calm sea breeze blows his short blue hair, making it gently sway from side to side. His office coat was neatly placed over your shoulder.

Once you were within his hold, he gently pulled you closer to walk side by side with him. He smiled as he inhaled the sweet scent of your perfume.

“I missed you”. He expressed fondly.