God, this was nice. This was incredible. He should've retired months ago. Maybe even years.

His real estate agent asked, "How does a villa in Greece sound?" and Art just nodded.

Now he was laying on the sun chair, book in hand. He was almost jealous of himself. The sun was slowly setting, cicadas getting louder. He could hear the waves and the faint laughs of people who were vacationing at the resort nearby.

He smiled to himself and let out a sigh. His ring finger has been empty for six months now, the tan mark slowly fading. He would be lying if he said he still wasn't thinking about Tashi from time to time, but the painful memories were slowly fading too.

You, his new partner, were helping with that a tonne. Art honestly was surprised that love and relationships could feel this good. How was he so blind all those years?

He heard the noise of the terrace door sliding open and looked up to find you here.

"Ah, hey. So was the sea warm, or was I right?" he grinned. An hour ago, you betted him that the sea was still swimmable at this time of day, and he said that you'd freeze to death. He looked you over, noticing the hoodie. "You're not cold, are you?" he teased.