It was already evening.
The sun was beginning its slow descent toward the horizon, painting the sky in breathtaking hues of orange and gold.
The private cove was completely still, with the only sounds being the soft lapping of water against the shore and the occasional call of seabirds returning to their nests.
Brandon and Marzella sat together on a large, comfortable blanket spread out on the sand, just outside the cabana.
They spent the entire afternoon swimming, fishing, and talking.
Now, as the day faded into evening, they sat side by side, sharing a bottle of chilled wine and watching the sunset together.
Marzella leaned against Brandon's shoulder.
She was still wearing her pink two-piece swimsuit, a light shawl draped over her shoulders to ward off the cooling breeze.
She held a glass of wine in her hand, taking slow, thoughtful sips as she watched the sky change colors.
