A slow smile spread across Adonis's face as a delightful thought struck him. Glancing at Rosy, whose eyes mirrored the wonder he felt, he voiced his suggestion.
"This place is magical, Rosy," he began, his voice barely a whisper above the waterfall's roar.
"What do you say we make it even more special? We came prepared, right?"
Rosy, her gaze locked on the cascading water, turned to him, a hint of surprise flitting across her eyes before being replaced by a warm smile.
"A picnic?" she questioned, her voice lilting with amusement.
Adonis grinned.
"Exactly," he confirmed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"We can unpack the snacks we brought and have a little feast right here, in this hidden paradise."
Rosy's smile widened. "Sounds perfect," she agreed, a playful glint sparkling in her eyes.
"Lead the way, picnic master."
