Poul laid the picnic carpet on the grassy knoll, creating a cozy spot for them to enjoy their meal. The soft breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, adding a touch of serenity to the atmosphere. He reached into the picnic basket and carefully arranged the sandwiches and other goodies, making sure everything was perfect for this special moment.
Sara watched Poul's preparations with a mix of curiosity and excitement. She couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for her. There was an air of anticipation that filled the space between them, making her heart flutter with anticipation.
Poul gently took her hand, guiding her to sit on the picnic carpet. They settled down, facing each other, their eyes locked in a tender gaze. Poul reached for a sandwich and handed it to Sara, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief moment that sent a delightful shiver down their spines.
"Thank you Poul, but I would like you to taste it first," Sara said.
