Hugo and I think it’s important to break the routine from time to time. We’re always loving to each other, but we want to keep the dates, these special times outside of the house, very much alive.
I told Hugo once about this old house renovated into a restaurant in Brindleton Bay, the one where Mom, Mam, Grandma, and Miranda went for my sister’s birthday. I told him that I never had an occasion to go, too. So he surprises me with a renovation, and not at any table, but their “romance” table, which is inside some private corner of the restaurant.
It’s like we’re alone, except someone else is bringing us food. And some amazing food, too. Better than our usual, terrible cooking.
And then we take a walk on the nearby wharf.
Why yes, I will have your weirdest-sounding meal!
Even over dinner and wine, we discuss our common app project. We’re getting closer and closer to our goal, and then to a release date, though we had to put it aside in favor of our work.
But it’s a work of passion, and we love being passionate.
Also, the wine helps us be passionate.
Yes. Yes, there is fog around my soup. I should have read the name better. It tastes beautiful, though.
I had missed the night lights of the wharf.
As we kiss, a flock of birds takes flight.
I’m a Disney Princess now.
My favorite type of nights.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 