The sun was setting over the endless blue horizon as Jake and his girlfriend Gaby stepped into one of the fanciest restaurants on the cruise ship, hand in hand with their fluffy dog Mochi trotting right behind them. The air inside was cool and smelled like garlic butter and grilled seafood, and everything had this classy golden glow from the low chandeliers.

“Okay, this is what I’m talking about,” Jake whispered, his eyes widening as a host led them to a table right by the giant panoramic window that looked out over the open ocean. Waves sparkled in the evening light, and the sky looked like a painting—pink, orange, and gold melting together.

Gaby smiled and sat down, running her hand through her newly curled blonde hair. “Babe… this is literally perfect,” she said, glancing at the view before snapping a quick selfie of the two of them. “Mochi, you better smile,” she added, laughing as their dog hopped up into the little pet booster seat the restaurant provided.

Jake leaned back in his chair, glancing over the menu. “Okay, they have lobster pasta, truffle fries, and—wait for it—molten chocolate cake.”

Gaby’s eyes lit up. “We’re getting all of that. We’re on a cruise. Calories don’t count here.”

When the food arrived, it looked like something straight out of a chef’s Instagram: steaming pasta piled high, perfectly seasoned fries in a silver tin, and the dessert came with vanilla ice cream and gold flakes on top.

Jake took one bite and dropped his fork dramatically. “I am not coming back home. This is my new life.”

Gaby laughed, grabbing his hand across the table. “Fine. But only if we bring Mochi.”