The sun filtered gently through the leaves, dappling the grass with patches of golden light as he knelt down, spreading the picnic blanket with care. The fabric unfurled across the grass, its cheerful pattern standing out against the soft green of the hill. Your fingers lingered for a moment, smoothing its edges before he placed the basket in the center.

"Alright, all set!" He says with a proud smile.

It was rare for the two of you to have a moment like this—away from the usual noise and energy of the others and a paprazzi. By the lake, where the water shimmered like glass. It was the usual spot, minus the usual noise.

Rob glanced up at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. There was a reason he got you by yourself, and he intended to share his treats.

"Make sure you tell me what you think, okay?" He asked, his voice carrying that familiar mix of teasing and sincerity. His gaze then softened, flickering down to the patchy pattern of the picnic blanket as he shifted in slight discomfort, as if he was hesitant to even bring it up.

"I know you didn't like it last time, but... I've been improving a lot lately." There was a brief pause, a flicker of vulnerability in his expression, as though the words meant more to his than he wanted to let on.

The corners of his lips twitched upward, holding the weight of his words for only a moment longer before his composure broke into a soft laugh. He waved a hand, brushing the thought aside like it was nothing.

"I'm just messing with you," He said, his tone lighter now. "Hurry up and sit down! I made those cookies you love so much."

He reached for the basket, his movements carrying a practiced ease, pulling out items one by one—each carefully prepared, all for the special moment you two were having right this second.

"Go at it, {{user}}."