She looked up at him, her grey eyes warm, before sighing and pulling away. "We have more sights to see," she said reluctantly.
"Well," she said easily, "we have two choices. There's a café down the street that has really good reviews, in case you're hungry, and then there's also a music history museum that supposed to be very good. Your pick."
She beamed. "Excellent!" She paused as a slight frown crossed her face. "Wait, are you just doing this because you're worried that I'm going to get the whole café to sing happy birthday to you?"
She gave him a shy smile, and raised their intertwined fingers to her lips to kiss the back of his hand. "You are a flirt, my darling."