You can hear little birds chirping. The sun's out; it's warm, but not too warm. The clear blue sky and the shuffling breeze make you feel so calm. Little purple lilac petals flutter to the ground as you look up above. A gust of ocean wind picks up the trees behind you, and leaves seem to whisper as they softly brush against eachother while the wind chimes tinkle a small tune. Your porch swing gently rocks with the wind as you close your eyes and savour the moment. Breathing in a smell of flowers, you open your eyes and look off into the distance before you.

A whole day at the Quay awaits you. Off in the distance, the ocean sparkles of green and light blue waves, and tiny dots of seagulls lazily glide in the air. Boats of all shapes and sizes are docked by the harbour, some resting, others still asleep.

From inside the house, someone opens the porch door and steps out. Turning your head to look behind your shoulder, you see a familiar figure appear from within the light shadows of the door frame. He stepes out, and your eyes are caught in his: twinkles of twin crystal water drops in pools of sapphires. He gazes at you with a small smile on his lips, and looks downwards. His cheeks a slightly flushed pink, he smiles downward and says to you that the picnic is all arranged, and that the two of you can start spending the day together.

Standing up from the porch swing, you smooth out your fitted t-shirt blouse and khaki shorts. "okay," you smile.
Quatre looks up at you again with his irrisistably sweet eyes and steps up to your side. As the screen door shuts, you slip your arm around his, and sneak a peek at him again. You notice his cheeks flush a shade of pink as he hides another innocent smile.
Smiling to yourself at his sweet shyness, the two of you walk down the steps and out towards the quay.

The cry of seagulls faintly reach your ears as the ocean breeze fills your senses to the brim. You snuggle deeper into Quatre, your arm soft against the fuzzy sweater he has on, as you sense his gentle happiness.
He leads you onto the small pathway that lazily curves towards the water's edge. As the two of you stroll along in the company of eachother's innocent silence, you can see children and parents picnicing by the grassy fields to your left and kites dancing in the sky. Pet dogs chase flying frisbees as little kids tumble in the soft afternoon sun and ocean breeze.

Changing direction in your course, Quatre leads you onto the soft grass and the two of you head towards a tall, old willow tree that's slightly off centered in the wide grass area. The lowly sweeping branches sway with the breeze as you gaze at its time-worn trunk.
Nearing the tree, you see that a red checkered picnic blanket and wicker basket have already been prepared. Quatre seats you onto the blanket in a most gentleman sort of way, and you can't help but giggle a bit as you take off your sandals.

In between the turkey sandwiches and pink lemonade, the two of you exchange innocent peeks at eachother, both too shy to start a lenghty conversation. The air isn't uncomfprtable, however, as you both seem to share a special mutualistic shyness.

It was quite surprising, actually, when Quatre rang you up that day, and nervously asked you to accompany him to the Quay. Likewise, you were quite nervous and shy in accepting. But by the end of the short conversation, you could sense that Quatre was just as happily excited as you were. Nothing as big as this has ever happened to you in your entire life. All the boys you ever came across never really stopped to think much of you, because you could never fully come out of your "shell". (So the saying goes.)

But Quatre was different. From the very first time you bumped into him, you knew that he was special. He was the only person in the whole world that could understand your lowered eyes and shy blush as an unspoken response. When you were with him, you never felt a need to fully express yourself with loud words or lively conversation, because he understands you just as well without them, in the same way you understand him.

Like right now, the both of you are quietly sharing a basket of cocktail fruits, with only minimal conversation such as thank you or you're welcome, but you can see in his eyes that it's really much more than that. His twinkling gaze and small curling lips tell you that he's so happy to be with you, he can hardly contain himself. While conversely, you know that your shy smile tells him that you feel the exact same way.
That is what's so special about Quatre. Not only is he the one person that understands you, but he shares the exact same feelings. Words not needed.

The pile of afternoon delicassies diminish, and your picnic comes to a lazy end. Sipping the last of the lemonade, you feel a little courage to compliment Quatre on arranging this beautiful afternoon.
Quatre beams happily, and sweetly tells you that there's more to come. "I've made arrangements for us to take a little ride in my boat this afternoon, seeing as it's such fine weather today," he says timidly.
"Oh!" your eyes light up in surprise. Quatre was also very sweet. He treated you with so much care... .....
Seeing that you were in agreement with the proposal, Quatre gave a little sigh of relief, and the two of you begin to pack things back into the basket.

After everything was placed back into the basket, you slip back into your sandals as Quatre puts on his. Together, you fold up the picnic blanket into the remaining space in the basket and close the lid. With his free hand, Quatre shocks the both of you by taking your hand as he leads you back onto the path towards the dockside. You can feel your heart beating faster, as this is the very first time anyone has held your hand in such a romantic way. Feeling utter bliss beyond what words could describe, you look up at him with full eyes, and see that he's looking back at you with the same expression painted on his face. Realising how much you feel for him, and he for you, you fall into his shoulder as you walk by your Arabian soldier.

The whole world seemes to fade away, as you feel so different now. Never have you experienced anything so breathtaking, so beautiful. You never want this moment to end. But as you see the small boat up ahead with a few of Quatre's Maganacs running about, you realise that the day has not finished yet.

Nearing the boat, Quatre's Maganacs hustle over and take the wicker basket from his right hand, and give him happy grins. It's quite obvious that they are happy for Quatre.
You and Quatre climb aboard the boat, and settle yourselves down. A Maganac comes over and explains to Quatre the air pressure, and all the other sea voyaging terminologies. Looking over at you, he realises that you have no idea what he is explaining, so the Maganac apologizes and says, "in short... everything looks favourable, miss."
You smile upwards and nod your head. "Thank you," you reply.

The Maganac hustles back, and withing seconds, the motor begins to start up. A cool breeze picks up as you head out, the sea breeze catching your hair. The lazy sun casts shimmering dots that seem to speed by as the boat picks up speed. The faint smell of salt air making you feel happy. Quatre asks you if you're going to get cold, and you reply that you're fine.
"Hmm... let's go to the front of the boat... the view's a lot better there," Quatre suggests.
"Sure," you agree.
True to his words, the slowly sinking sun against the glittering water was a spectacular view. As you feel the world drift further away, Quatre's arms come up to hold you close. Feeling a rush of true bliss again, you turn to look at him full in the eyes, this time for a deep, penetrating gaze. Instinctively, you close your eyes as he does, and lean in for a sweet, gentle kiss. Bliss. True Bliss.