Greg came over, bringing a bouquet of leaves. Among them were many flowers—some blue, some tinged with pink, and a few snow-white ones. They all had such an enchanting fragrance that I wanted to bury my nose in them and never take it out. The bouquet turned out to be absolutely beautiful. Greg smiled, delighted that I liked the flowers. He just sat on the couch, watching as I ran around the room, pressing the bouquet to my chest in a warm embrace.
Later, when I had worn myself out and he had finished admiring me, he suggested we drive to the ocean, sit on the sand, and listen to the music of the waves. He opened the roof of his convertible, and the wind tried its best to tousle my hair all the way there. At the beach, there was no one else, and we quietly sat together. I could feel the warmth of Greg’s side next to mine. We sat there, gazing into the distance, toward the horizon. Then Greg embraced me, pulling me gently back, and we fell to the ground, lying in the sand, watching the clouds chase each other. I didn’t want to leave at all.
But eventually, we had to go, for the evening was drawing in. Though, if we had stayed, we would have seen the stars—there were so many that night. The meteor shower was breathtaking, but we only witnessed it later, when we dined on sushi at a nearby little restaurant. After our meal, the waiter offered us dessert, and Greg said, “Thank you, ask my girlfriend if she wants dessert, I don’t need any because I already have her,” and nodded toward me. Then we walked hand in hand through the narrow streets of the city center, like two fools, with Greg complimenting me on how beautiful my toes were.
Later, at home, we watched a movie and drank red wine from a beautiful bottle. It was so warm and sweet. Everything felt so tender, so familiar, that I didn’t want to go to sleep. We ended up falling asleep right there, to the quiet murmur of the movie, side by side, lying on the floor.