Chapter 6.Pinic Date
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They finally reached the place, and before them stood a breathtaking view of the mountain. Serena’s eyes widened as she looked around. Then, to the side, she noticed it—a beautifully arranged picnic. There was champagne, neatly set food, snacks, and a soft blanket spread across the grass. It was everything she had ever imagined a perfect picnic date would be.
Jeremiah gently helped her sit, and they began to eat. The air was calm, and their conversation flowed easily. They talked about her education, her dreams, and the challenges she had faced. Then Serena asked him about his own ambitions.
Jeremiah paused for a moment, just like the first time she had asked him. Then he spoke.
“I want to be a successful businessman,” he said. “Not because I want attention or people to envy me. I just… I want to build something that’s mine. Something I worked for. I don’t want to depend on anyone.”
His voice softened.
“My mom died when I was young, so I had to learn how to stand on my own. I didn’t really have a choice.”
Serena’s expression changed. She felt something deep in her chest.
“And someday,” he continued, “when the time is right, I want to get married… have a beautiful wife, a family. I want to be a good husband. I want to make my dad and my siblings proud.”
Serena felt her eyes fill with tears.
He makes it sound so simple… yet it’s so powerful, she thought.
“Are you even listening?” Jeremiah snapped lightly.
Serena blinked and returned to reality. “Y-yes… I am,” she said, smiling softly.
Jeremiah noticed her tears and gently wiped them away. “Hey… there’s nothing to cry about.”
They finished eating, then lay back on the blanket. A pair of binoculars sat nearby, and they took turns looking at the sky. Soon, they both just stared upward.
“The stars are so beautiful,” Serena whispered. “Look… they’re all connected. It looks like a flower.”
Jeremiah chuckled. “That’s not a flower. It looks more like a bird.”
They both burst into laughter.
Slowly, their hands moved closer, hesitant and shy—until they finally touched.
Silence.
They turned to look at each other. Serena glanced at his lips. Jeremiah looked into her eyes. There was something unspoken between them, something strong.
And then… he leaned in.
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.
Just as the moment stretched on—
Rain.
“Ah! It’s raining!” Jeremiah shouted.
They both laughed as they jumped up, grabbing their things in a rush. The rain poured heavily, soaking them as they ran through the grass. Slipping, laughing, holding onto each other, they reached the motorcycle and sped off through the wet roads.
By the time they arrived at his house, they were completely drenched.
“Serena… can you stay the night?” Jeremiah asked, slightly nervous.
She smiled. “Yes… I will.”
Inside, they both shivered from the cold. Jeremiah handed her some of his clothes.
“Turn around,” she said, laughing.
He laughed too and obeyed.
After changing, Serena wrapped herself in his oversized clothes, which almost swallowed her. Jeremiah tried not to smile.
“I’ll take the couch,” she said.
“No,” Jeremiah replied gently. “You take the bed. You need the rest.”
After a brief argument, she finally agreed.
That night, as the rain continued softly outside, Serena lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She smiled to herself.
On the couch, Jeremiah closed his eyes, thinking about everything that had happened.
Neither of them said it out loud…
…but they both knew something had changed.
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