We moved the picnic inside, but not because of that, it was less romantic. Almost as if we were in sync, we both started moving the candles inside as well, alongside the blankets and cushions, both of us shared the thought that we wanted this one to be a bit more special than the one we had this morning.
With our shared efforts, we had everything set up in less than ten minutes. We didn't turn on the lights, the candlelight was enough and it gave a really cosy feeling.
"Well, should we say it's still a picnic under the stars? We kinda can see them from here." Chris joked.
We had left one of the two doors open, and although it was a little colder than if we had closed them, this way we could still hear the crickets chirping outside and feel the breeze, and - if we craned our necks a little in the door's direction (as Chris was doing now) - we could indeed see the stars.
"I can't even tell the difference." I cheerfully joined in the joke.
