~Joanna
The beach was quiet and still, the waves lapping against the shore with a soft, rhythmic hush. The stars shone overhead, twinkling like tiny diamonds against the inky black sky.
Adrian and I walked hand-in-hand, our fingers entwined as we made our way towards a small beachside bar. The air was warm and salty, the smell of the ocean filling our senses.
We approached the bar, the owner nodding his head in greeting.
"What can I get you?" he asked, his voice friendly and welcoming.
Adrian smiled, turning to me. "What do you want, Joanna?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
I thought for a moment, my mind still spinning with emotion. "I'll have a margarita," I said, my voice quiet and uncertain.
Adrian nodded, turning back to the bar owner. "Two margaritas," he said, his voice
