Andrea pulled into the parking lot by at Wycomb Lake and shut down the engine. The mystery was intriguing, yet Richard spoke not a word. Andrea said, “Come with me” and she prepared to exit the car. Richard came around to her side of the car to open her door. While he walked around she slipped her right foot back into her shoe she had secretly removed earlier. The door opened and he took her arm and they strolled casually through the tree lined beach area.
It was the spring season and the evening sun had not yet set. Richard looked forward to what might be a glorious sunset in an hour or so. Andrea lead him toward a linen clad table with candles on it set in the sand twenty feet from the water line. He was awestruck. He had hardly said a thing since, “You look ravishing?” Speechless and wonderstruck was the mood.
Richard pulled out her chair. “My Love,” he said with a hand gesture for her to be seated. He gently pushed the chair through the soft sand and slid it under her as she sat down, while scolding himself silently in his head for the corny ‘my love gesture’. She did not mind corny at all. Richard wouldn’t be Richard if he hadn’t been corny.
The candles wouldn’t work as there was a slight breeze, but that was a small detail as long as the rest worked without a hitch.
