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In that moment, nothing else mattered. They were each other’s everything, and that was more than enough.
The morning sunlight spilled over the rooftops of Madrid, draping the city in a golden haze. It was the kind of morning that felt alive, the air crisp and filled with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly baked bread. Mirrie and Dannie walked hand in hand down the cobblestone streets, their steps slow and unhurried. Everything felt perfect, like the world had orchestrated this day just for them.
Mirrie looked radiant in her flowing floral dress, a cascade of soft yellows and reds that seemed to mirror the cheerful vibrancy of the city around them. Her hair was loose, catching the light with every movement, and her sandals clicked lightly against the stones. Dannie, in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and casual khaki trousers, couldn’t help but glance at her every few moments. She caught him looking and laughed, her voice light and musical.
“What?” she asked, feigning innocence as she adjusted the straw hat perched delicately on her head.
“Nothing,” Dannie replied, grinning. “I just can’t believe how lucky I am.”
She smiled, squeezing his hand. “Well, don’t pinch yourself. I’m very real.”
Their leisurely walk brought them to a quaint café tucked into the corner of a quiet square. The building’s whitewashed walls were adorned with bright blue shutters, and colorful umbrellas shaded the outdoor tables. Potted geraniums lined the windowsills, their vivid red blossoms adding to the charm.
They chose a table under a green umbrella, the chairs painted in a cheerful shade of yellow. A young waitress approached, her dark curls bouncing with every step. She wore a spotless white apron and carried herself with the easy confidence of someone who loved her job.
“Buenos días!” she greeted, her smile as warm as the sun. “What can I get for you two?”
Dannie leaned back in his chair, his arm draped casually over the back of Mirrie’s. “We’ll start with two coffees. Café con leche for her, espresso for me.”
The waitress nodded, jotting down the order. “Anything to eat?”
Mirrie glanced at the menu, though her mind was more focused on the atmosphere than the choices. “I’ll have a croissant, please.”
“And I’ll take a slice of the Spanish omelet,” Dannie added.
The waitress hesitated, her pen poised. “Wait,” she said, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re not locals, are you? Honeymooners?”
Mirrie blushed and laughed. “How could you tell?”
The waitress grinned. “It’s the way you look at each other. It’s unmistakable. You’re glowing.”
“Well, you’re right,” Dannie admitted, his grin wide. “We just got married a few days ago.”
The waitress clapped her hands together. “Ah, love in Spain! Nothing better. I’ll be back with your order. Enjoy this magical day!”
As she walked away, Mirrie leaned toward Dannie, her eyes soft. “You know,” she said, “she’s right. It does feel magical here.”
“It’s because of you,” Dannie replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You make everything magical.”
Their coffees arrived, steaming and fragrant. Mirrie took a sip of hers, the creamy milk blending perfectly with the robust espresso. “This is amazing,” she murmured, savoring the flavor.
Dannie chuckled. “Spain knows how to do coffee.”
They ate slowly, the croissant flaky and buttery, the Spanish omelet rich and hearty. Between bites, they talked about their dreams, their plans for the future.
“I want two kids,” Dannie said, his tone teasing as he sipped his espresso.
Mirrie raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. “Two? I was thinking three.”
“Three?” he laughed. “Are you trying to outnumber me?”
“Maybe,” she said with a shrug, her eyes twinkling. “I think it’s a good number.”
Dannie leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he gazed at her. “Whatever you want,” he said softly. “As long as it’s with you.”
They paid their bill and continued exploring the city, wandering through narrow alleys and bustling markets. Mirrie stopped at a stall selling hand-painted ceramics, admiring the vibrant patterns. Dannie picked up a plate with a delicate floral design and handed it to her.
“A little something for our home,” he said, smiling.
She took it, her fingers brushing his. “It’s perfect.”
As they wandered, they came across a small park with a fountain at its center. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and the gentle sound of its flow added a serene backdrop to the lively chatter of people around them. On a bench near the fountain sat an elderly couple, their hands intertwined.
The woman wore a pale blue dress, her silver hair neatly styled, and the man had on a tweed jacket and a matching cap. They watched the world around them with a quiet contentment that spoke of years spent together.
Mirrie and Dannie exchanged a glance before approaching them. “Good afternoon,” Mirrie said, her smile warm.
The older couple looked up, their expressions lighting up. “Good afternoon,” the man replied, his voice rich and deep.
“You remind me of us when we were younger,” the woman said, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled.
“Newlyweds?” the man guessed, his gaze moving between them.
“Yes,” Dannie confirmed, slipping an arm around Mirrie’s waist.
“Ah,” the woman said with a nod. “Those were the days. Are you enjoying your honeymoon?”
“Very much,” Mirrie replied. “Do you have any advice for us?”
The man chuckled, his hand tightening around his wife’s. “Never stop holding hands,” he said simply.
“And always, always forgive,” the woman added, her voice gentle but firm.
Mirrie’s eyes glistened as she looked at Dannie. “Thank you,” she said softly.
The couple nodded, their attention returning to the fountain. Mirrie and Dannie walked away, their hearts full.
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