He led her over to the edge of the pier and looked down, tapping the ground for a moment before kneeling. He lifted a misplaced wooden floorboard, revealing a storage container underneath with a picnic basket.
“It wasn’t stolen!” he said, sounding delighted. “I figured it wouldn’t be, but...” He shrugged, kneeling and grabbing the basket.
He straightened up, looking over at her. “I thought it might be nice to go down to the water? What do you think?”
"I'm glad I did too," he replied, looking down at her. "You were amazing, Fleur. I know you know that, but you were fantastic."
"Well, you never have a problem being gentle," he said, sitting next to her. "I don't know. You're better at that than I am."
"You just... you let your guard down," he said, leaning back against the seawall. "You believe the best in people."
He opened the picnic basket, pulling out some bread and cheese and fruit, watching the water. "Are you happy, Fleur?"
