A WALK OF LOVE

After their romantic date filled with giggles and smooching, Freya suggested they extend the night by going for a walk. Happily, they linked hands and began taking a stroll along the roaring ocean, enjoying the cool air and peaceful night.

"OKAY, I have to ask. What are you doing?" Her face scrunched while she watched him bend down for the second time that evening to pick up a rock and shove it in his pocket.

"Oh, just a tradition we did with my family," he explained. He looked away and huffed a laugh.

She watched him, intrigued by the soft curve of his lips as he thought over whatever this family tradition was. The night sky slowly dropped in the sky as the night turned darker, giving the stars a comfortable zone to sparkle like the perfect backdrop behind his broad chest encased in his expensive suit. His pale complexion made him

look more gorgeous and more American than Freya, and yet, he still stood out as unique among the straggling individuals; couples and tourists around the be