Seaside villa, infinity pool.
By the pool, George was standing quietly in front of the teppanyaki grill, carefully cooking dinner.
In the pool, Heather was like a mesmerizing mermaid, freely gliding through the clear water.
Lobster meat, pineapple chunks, diced carrot, peas, all stir-fried with egg and rice—fragrant and steaming. George tasted a spoonful, praised his own cooking, and immediately plated the main dish into two pretty plates.
On the dining table stood a candelabrum, romantic candles burning.
George went to wash his hands and came back with a big bath towel in his palm.
Smiling, he came to the edge of the pool. "Dinner's ready, come on up!"
Heather swam over and poked her head out of the water. Her gorgeous face was beaded with droplets, and her bright eyes were like the stars in the night sky, dazzling and enchanting.
Looking at how his little wife had grown more and more perfect, George felt both gratified and stirred. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
