As we approached our destination, it became crystal clear that this was no ordinary outing; it was a meticulously arranged picnic date. A vibrant picnic mat was spread across the lush emerald grass, adorned with an array of carefully placed snacks nestled in elegant glass bowls. The delightful spread included colorful macarons, rich chocolates, and a charming basket cradling a bottle of wine, assorted fruits, and other delectable treats.
Relieved to shed my heels, I slipped them off before stepping onto the mat, taking a seat as Roman settled beside me. Attempting to lighten the mood, I asked, "Was today stressful?" He lifted the wine bottle, pouring its contents into our glasses, and when he handed me mine, a soft smile graced my lips.
"No. How was your day?" he inquired, leaning in to gently clink our glasses, the sound ringing in the air like a sweet promise.
