"Okay, I got the blanket," Sienna said, stepping out the front door with a thick, warm blanket folded neatly in her arms. The soft twilight cast an orange hue over the villa's white stone walls, her silhouette framed by the descending sun.
"And I got the snacks," Damian called from the garage, popping open the trunk to reveal a generous haul—salted chips, chocolate bars, gummy worms, candied nuts, a flask of hot cocoa, a bottle of sparkling water, and of course, her favorite chutney-flavored potato chops.
Sienna approached and raised a brow at the sight. "Damn, you really went all out, didn’t you?"
"Only for my beautiful woman," Damian said with a smug grin, leaning in for a kiss.
She chuckled and pushed him gently by the chest. "Hands off, Mr. Laurent. We have a sunset to catch."
"Yes, ma’am," he said with a laugh, walking around to the driver's side while she climbed into the passenger seat.