The lights illuminated a delicate gazebo. Vines twisted together to form the structure with flowers draped over the top. The flowers of the ceiling were transparent but colourful. It created a kaleidoscope of colour that moved with the breeze. Twyla had never seen anything as magical. She couldn't see where the light came from but it shined straight on the gazebo. Bastian offered his hand and she didn't hesitate as she took it. They walked up the few steps into the slowly moving colours of the gazebo. A table had been set for two. Elegant chairs, created from the same vines as the gazebo, were draped with soft blankets. It was the middle of the night. The round table in the middle was veiled with a shimmering, silver table cloth. The colours bounced off the glitter in swirls and galaxies. Of course, there was tea and cake.
They settled at the table and poured their tea before either spoke.
"This deal?" Twyla enquired.
