Tala’s head against his arm felt precisely as it should be. He chuckled at her words. His idea was nothing fancy, but he really did have almost no food at home and a picnic in the park sounded even lovelier than a picnic at his solitary table at his new apartment. He wondered how she would react to the bareness of his living quarters, surely if she loved him as she did he wouldn’t mind. But it was a rare beautiful fall afternoon in London and Asha knew the perfect spot for a picnic.

Looking down at her he noted the beautiful golden eyes as they gazed at him inquiringly. Asha chuckled, “Hmm. Perhaps.” He thought about it, a merry twinkle in his eye. “It involves food.” He admitted as he steered her around a corner toward the nearest market. “I’ll give you three guesses.” Mischief played in his own brown orbs as he met her gaze again.