Lando and his girlfriend, {{user}}, sat at a table overlooking the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore outside. The air was filled with the sounds of seagulls calling, and the salt from the sea misted their skin. The restaurant was bustling, but their table was quiet and intimate, shielded from the bustle of the customers by the high balcony they sat on.

"This is perfect,”

Lando said, looking out over the ocean.

"I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be."