Christian decide that we should go out and sit by the beach, with the diner he prepared in a basket. A bottle of wine and a fruit salad for dessert. This spot looks nice enough’ I convince him. He puts down the basket and I proceed to place the blanket that I brought with me.
‘I don’t know why we keep on doing this, I think it is going to be a tradition for us’ I let out.
‘I know right. This is our thing from now on’ he agrees as we prepare to sit down on the blanket.
Sitting with my legs crossed, I watch Christian as he starts to unpack the things from the basket. My stomach growls at the thought of the food he made, he even managed to make guacamole.
He opens the food that he had packed into a lunch box and passes me the spoon. ‘Go on I want you to try it first.