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brokencompass · 7 months ago

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「 ☾ 」 ── 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

you’re a silent regular at after hours, keeping your distance. felix, the bartender, is intrigued and determined to uncover the story behind your eyes, one drink at a time.

the first time you walked into after hours, felix nearly forgot how to breathe.

it wasn’t just that you were stunning - though you were, undeniably so. it was the way you moved, a kind of effortless self-assurance that drew attention without trying. you didn’t stride in, commanding the room like some people might. instead, there was a calm confidence in your steps, a quiet kind of magnetism. you didn’t seem like someone who sought out the spotlight; it simply followed you.

felix caught sight of you as you shrugged off your coat. his hands, which had been moving in a practiced rhythm as he wiped down the bar, came to an abrupt halt. the towel dangled loosely in his fingers as his eyes followed you. you draped your coat over the back of a stool and slid into it, the smoothness of the movement almost hypnotic.

han, who was stacking glasses near the sink, didn’t miss the way felix had frozen in place. he smirked and leaned in just enough to be heard. “what’s with the look? you act like you’ve never seen someone attractive before.”

felix shook himself out of his trance, his ears burning as he tossed the towel over his shoulder. “i’ll take care of her,” he said with a confidence that sounded just a bit too forced.

han raised an eyebrow, glancing over at hyunjin, who was perched at the far end of the bar with a soda in hand. “oh, this’ll be good,” han said, low enough that felix wouldn’t hear but loud enough to earn a knowing chuckle from hyunjin.

felix ignored them both, straightened his apron, and approached you. he put on his best smile - the one that made his dimples pop and usually charmed customers into leaving a bigger tip. “evening,” he greeted, his voice smooth but warm. “what can i get for you tonight?”

you didn’t look up right away, your eyes still scanning the menu as your fingers drummed softly on the wood of the counter. “whiskey,” you said simply, your voice low and even. “neat.”

felix tilted his head, leaning slightly against the counter as if settling in for a conversation. “whiskey’s a classic choice,” he said, his tone playful. “but wouldn’t you rather let me surprise you with something a little more… memorable?”

you finally looked up, and the brief flicker of skepticism in your eyes hit felix harder than it should have. “i’m not here to be impressed,” you said flatly, though the faintest hint of amusement tugged at the corner of your mouth.

he took a split second to recover, his grin widening as if your response had only encouraged him. “fair enough,” he said, grabbing a glass and reaching for the top-shelf whiskey. “whiskey it is.”

han who had been eavesdropping from a few feet away, let out a low snicker. felix shot him a warning glare over his shoulder but quickly returned his attention to you, sliding the freshly poured drink across the counter with a flourish. “i’m felix, by the way,” he said, leaning forward slightly as if the introduction mattered.

you lifted the glass and took a slow sip, the burn of the whiskey warming your chest. “that’s nice,” you replied, setting the glass down with a soft clink. your tone was polite but detached, and you didn’t offer your name in return.

from his spot at the end of the bar, hyunjin openly laughed. “ouch,” he muttered, just loud enough for felix to hear.

felix, determined not to let you slip away so easily, tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with something mischievous. “you’re new here,” he observed confidently.

you raised an eyebrow, your expression unreadable. “is that supposed to be a question?”

“nope,” felix said, straightening up. “just an observation. you’ve got that look - like you’re still deciding whether this place is worth your time.”

you glanced around, your gaze briefly flicking to the dim lighting, the bottles lined up behind the bar, and the small but steady crowd. “and what do you think?”

“i think it just got a lot more interesting,” felix said, his smile returning full force.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you finished your drink. “you’re persistent, i’ll give you that,” you said, standing up and slipping your coat back on.

“only when i’m intrigued,” felix replied, watching as you adjusted your scarf.

“well,” you said, your tone light but firm, “don’t be.”

you turned and started toward the door, leaving felix standing there, caught somewhere between admiration and defeat.

from behind him, han muttered, “rough night for romeo over here.”

hyunjin snorted. “called it.”

felix ignored them both, his grin not entirely gone as he watched you disappear into the night. “better luck next time,” he heard you call over your shoulder.

two nights later, when you walked into after hours again, felix was ready.

hyunjin noticed you first, nudging felix with his elbow as he wiped down the bar. “look who’s back,” he said, a sly grin already forming.

felix looked up from the glass he was polishing, his face lighting up the moment he saw you. you were wearing the same confident air as before, but there was something different this time - a flicker of recognition as your eyes scanned the room. when your gaze briefly landed on felix, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“i knew it,” he said under his breath, tossing his towel at han, who dodged it with a laugh.

you settled into the same seat at the bar, pulling out your phone as felix made his way over. “couldn’t stay away, huh?” he greeted, leaning casually against the counter.

you glanced up, your expression as unreadable as before. “don’t get ahead of yourself. the whiskey was good, that’s all.”

felix placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “so it wasn’t my sparkling personality?”

“your unsolicited charm, you mean?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

from the other end of the bar, hyunjin muttered, “oof, brutal,” earning a quiet laugh from han.

felix ignored them, his grin never wavering. “alright, tell you what - this round’s on me. no strings, no charm. just a good drink.”

you tilted your head, skeptical. “you sure you can manage that?”

“watch me,” felix said, already reaching for the whiskey.

this time, as you took a sip, your expression softened - just barely. “not bad,” you admitted, setting the glass down.

“not bad?” felix repeated, pretending to be wounded. “i’m crushed.”

you didn’t reply, but the faint smirk tugging at your lips told him he hadn’t completely lost you.

as the night went on, felix found excuses to linger near your seat, sliding in the occasional comment or playful remark. you batted him away every time, but he noticed the way your eyes lingered a little longer, the way your lips quirked into a smile even as you shook your head.

when you finally stood to leave, you paused at the door, glancing back at him. “you’re persistent. i’ll give you that.”

felix grinned, leaning against the bar. “and you keep coming back. i’ll take that as a win.”

you didn’t answer, but there was a flicker of something - amusement, perhaps - before you disappeared into the night.

hyunjin leaned back in his seat, shaking his hand. “you’re hopeless.”

felix’s grin widened as he watched the door swing shut. “hopeless? nah. just patient.”

by the time you walked into after hours a third time, felix was practically buzzing with anticipation.

it had been a week since your last visit, and while felix would never admit it out loud, he’d spent more time thinking about you than he probably should have. he’d catch himself glancing at the door, hoping for that familiar figure to walk through, only to shake his head and focus back on his work. hyunjin and han teased him mercilessly about it, of course.

“she’s playing hard to get, mate,” han had said with a smirk.

“she’s playing not interested,” hyunjin corrected, earning a glare from felix.

but when you finally appeared again, it felt like the room shifted. you weren’t wearing a coat this time, just a sleek black sweater and a scarf draped loosely around your neck. your hair was slightly windswept, as if you’d walked a long way to get here.

felix barely managed to keep his cool as you approached the bar and took your usual seat.

“third time’s the charm,” he greeted, already reaching for a glass.

you glanced at him, your expression calm but unreadable. “and what exactly do you think that means?”

“it means i’m officially upgrading you to a regular,” felix said, grinning as he poured your usual whiskey.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “you’re persistent. i’ll give you that.”

“that’s the second time you’ve said that,” felix pointed out, sliding the glass toward you.

“maybe i’m running out of compliments,” you replied dryly, though the hint of a smile tugged at your lips.

felix leaned against the bar, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you take a sip. “lucky for me, i don’t need compliments to know i’m doing a good job.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re awfully confident for someone who’s been shut down twice.”

felix shrugged, his grin never faltering. “i’m playing the long game.”

for a moment, you said nothing, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid in your glass. when you finally spoke, your voice was softer, almost contemplative. “and what exactly is the prize in this ‘long game’ of yours?”

felix hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden shift in your tone. he straightened up, his playful demeanor fading just slightly. “i guess i’m hoping to figure that out,” he admitted. “you’re kind of a mystery, you know.”

you tilted your head, your gaze meeting his. for the first time, there was no trace of amusement or skepticism in your eyes - just quiet curiosity. “and you think you can solve me?”

felix shook his head, his voice lowering as he replied, “not solve. just.. understand.”

the air between you grew still, the hum of conversation around the bar fading into the background. felix held your gaze, his usual charm replaced by something softer, more sincere.

then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed. you broke eye contact, taking another sip of your drink before setting the glass down. “good luck with that,” you said, your tone light again.

felix chuckled, leaning back as the tension eased. “i’ll take all the luck i can get.”

as the night wore on, you lingered longer than usual, occasionally engaging felix in conversation. he learned little things about you - not your name, not your story, but bits and pieces that felt like progress. you liked whiskey, but you hated cocktails. you didn’t come to the bar often, but when you did, it wasn’t because of the company.

still, felix noticed the way your shoulders relaxed the more you talked, the way your smirks turned into genuine smiles. and when you finally stood to leave, you didn’t just glance back at the door.

“you’re alright, felix,” you said, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck.

his grin widened, his dimples deepening. “does that mean i’m growing on you?”

you paused, your hand on the door handle. “it means i’ll think about it,” you said, flashing him a small smile before disappearing into the night.

felix stood there for a moment, replaying your words in his head.

“she’s definitely playing the long game,” han said from behind him, clapping him on the back.

felix laughed, shaking his head. “worth it.”

and for the first time, he truly believed it.

felix was wiping down the counter, the rhythmic motion of the cloth against the wood soothing him as he prepared for another slow night.

the door to after hours creaked open, and he looked up, his gaze immediately finding you. you weren’t rushing this time, just walking in with that quiet confidence, your coat casually slung over one shoulder as you made your way to your usual seat at the bar.

there was something different about you tonight, though. you weren’t wearing the same guarded look you often wore - your shoulders didn’t seem as tense. it was subtle, but felix noticed. he couldn’t help but smile, his fingers pausing mid-wipe as he took you in.

he shook off the momentary distraction and grabbed a fresh towel, draping it over his shoulder before he strolled over to you.

“whiskey, right?” he asked, his voice light, trying to keep it casual.

you glanced up at him, just enough to meet his eyes. “yeah, whiskey.”

felix smiled, moving with practiced ease as he reached for the bottle and poured the drink. the amber liquid sloshed into the glass with a satisfying sound. “anything different tonight? or are we sticking with the classics?” he asked, sliding the drink across the counter toward you.

you took the glass without hesitation, bringing it up to your lips and taking a slow sip. felix watched, trying not to make it obvious, but he was waiting for any sign that tonight would be like the others.

“not really. just here for the drink,” you said, your voice a little quieter than usual.

felix nodded, leaning against the counter, his expression softening as he observed you. there was something else in your demeanor tonight. you weren’t as quick with the sharp retorts or teasing banter, and the air between you two felt a little less tense, a little more comfortable.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he remarked, his tone gentler than he meant it to be.

you set the glass down slowly, the sound of the glass meeting the wood filling the small space between you two. “not much to say.”

felix didn’t push. he wasn’t quite sure what he was hoping for, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment either. instead, he just took a step back and let the silence settle comfortably around you both. his gaze lingered on you - on the way your fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of your glass, how your eyes occasionally flickered over to him but never stayed for long.

the quiet didn’t feel strained, though. it was just... peaceful.

after a while, felix leaned forward slightly, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the bar. “if you don’t mind me asking,” he said, breaking the silence, “why here? there are plenty of other places in town.”

you paused for a moment, your eyes flickering up to meet his. there was a softness in your gaze that hadn’t been there before. “i like it here. the drink’s good. the vibe’s…” you paused, as if you were searching for the right words. “relaxing, i guess.”

felix’s grin tugged at his lips. “well, i’m glad we’re doing something right.”

the two of you exchanged a brief look, one that felt almost... familiar. he couldn’t place it, but there was something about the way you looked at him that felt different than before. like maybe the distance was closing, even if only just a little.

you finished the whiskey in one more slow, measured sip before setting the glass back down, the click of it against the counter sharp in the quiet room. “thanks for the drink, felix.”

he gave a small nod, still watching you with that same soft expression. “anytime,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically sincere.

you rose from your seat, your coat falling naturally back over your shoulders. felix felt an almost painful reluctance to see you leave, but he didn’t say anything. you’d always been a mystery, always so distant, and he knew better than to push you any further.

just as you reached the door, you paused. felix had already turned to give his attention to something else, but the sudden sound of the note hitting the counter made him stop in his tracks. he looked over to see the small, folded piece of paper sitting neatly on the wood.

you didn’t say anything, didn’t give any indication you’d left it. you just walked out like it was another ordinary night.

felix stood still for a moment, the unfamiliar weight of the note staring back at him from the counter. slowly, he moved over to pick it up, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded the paper. the handwriting was clean and neat, the words short but meaningful.

felix, here’s my number. xoxo, y/n

felix’s heart skipped a beat. It was so simple, yet so profound. he looked at the door again, half-expecting you to walk back in, to give some explanation or to make some joke. but the only thing that remained was the soft click of the door closing behind you, leaving only the note and the faint echo of your presence.

a slow smile crept across his face as he stared at the paper, the weight of it settling in. maybe things were just starting to change.

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brokencompass · 8 months ago

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「 ☾ 」 ── 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

you wake up to morning light and the warmth of hyunjin beside you, content in the quiet comfort of being together.

the first slivers of light began to creep in through the slightly parted curtains, painting the room with a soft, golden glow. the air was still cool, but the warmth of the bed and the gentle hum of the world outside made everything feel just right. it was one of those mornings where time seemed to slow, where everything in the world outside could wait.

you woke up slowly, reluctant to leave the comfort of the sheets, your head nestled against the pillow and your body curled into the familiar warmth beside you. hyunjin’s arm was draped lazily around your waist, pulling you closer even in his sleep. his soft breathing filled the quiet room, the rise and fall of his chest in perfect rhythm with yours.

for a moment, you simply lay there, savoring the stillness, letting the calm of the morning seep into your bones. the world outside might have been bustling to life, but here, in this soft cocoon of warmth, it felt like the two of you were the only ones awake. the noise of the world didn’t matter; it was just the two of you, sharing this quiet, intimate space.

you shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but the movement must have been enough. hyunjin stirred, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your waist, as if trying to keep you close. his eyelids fluttered open, and his gaze was heavy with sleep, his eyes barely focusing as he looked at you.

“good morning,” you whispered softly, the words barely above a breath.

hyunjin blinked a few times, still caught in the haze of sleep. his lips curled into a small, drowsy smile, his voice rough and warm. “morning, babe…” he murmured, his hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “you’re up early.”

“i think it’s just the right time,” you replied with a soft smile, leaning into his touch. there was something about the quiet of the morning, the light spilling across his features, that made everything feel so peaceful. it was a time when everything felt fresh, untainted, and it was just the two of you sharing it.

hyunjin’s hand moved down to gently caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin there. he leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss. “i like mornings like this,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, full of affection. “just you and me, no rush. no distractions.”

you smiled against his skin, the warmth of his words filling you in ways you couldn’t quite explain. “me too,” you whispered, your fingers lightly tracing the outline of his hand as it rested on your waist.

he shifted, pulling you closer, his arm sliding beneath your head, supporting you as he leaned in to rest his forehead against yours. the simple touch, the closeness between you both, felt more intimate than any words could express. he sighed softly, content, as if this moment was exactly where he wanted to be.

for a while, you both simply lay there, basking in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. the world outside was beginning to wake up - the faint sound of birds chirping, the distant hum of traffic - but here, it didn’t matter. there was no hurry, no pressing need to do anything. time seemed to stand still in those quiet moments, just the two of you sharing the warmth of the morning.

hyunjin’s hand gently moved to your back, fingers tracing slow, soft patterns against your skin. he kissed your forehead again, and then your nose, the kisses lingering in a way that felt more like a promise than an action.

“can we just stay here a little longer?” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes still heavy but focused on you.

you nodded, unable to do anything but smile. “i’d like that,” you murmured.

hyunjin’s lips curved into a small, content smile as he shifted his position, his body drawing you even closer. he wrapped both arms around you now, pulling you flush against him. his warmth enveloped you completely, and you felt safe, as though nothing in the world could touch you here. It was just the two of you, and that was enough.

as you settled into his embrace, hyunjin’s lips found yours in a soft, tender kiss. it was the kind of kiss that wasn’t rushed, wasn’t seeking anything other than the simple act of being close. his lips brushed against yours slowly, gently, as if savoring the very moment. you kissed him back, your hands moving up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. the kiss deepened just slightly, both of you hesitant, letting the moment unfold at its own pace, as if time itself had decided to stretch out for you both.

when you pulled away, you both lingered in the space between - eyes still closed, breaths mingling in the soft light. hyunjin’s hand moved to your hair, his fingers gently threading through it, massaging your scalp lightly as if he was trying to memorize every detail of this peaceful morning.

“i’m glad i woke up to you,” he whispered softly, his voice low and sincere.

you smiled, your chest warming with affection. “i feel the same way,” you whispered back, your fingers tracing the lines of his collarbone, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. “there’s no place i’d rather be.”

hyunjin leaned in again, his lips finding yours in another soft kiss, this one longer, more deliberate. his hand moved from your hair to your cheek, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss just slightly, tasting the sweetness of the moment. you melted into him, your fingers trailing down his back, feeling the way he reacted to every touch.

when you finally pulled away, both of you breathing softly, hyunjin smiled at you, his eyes soft and affectionate. he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear. “we don’t have to go anywhere today, right?” he asked, his tone low, a little teasing.

you shook your head. “no rush. just us.”

his smile grew even softer, and he nodded, pressing his forehead to yours once more. “perfect.”

the morning seemed to stretch on endlessly, the world outside still quiet and calm. there was something about these early hours that made everything feel just a little bit more beautiful, more sacred. the sunlight seemed to dance across his face, highlighting the gentle curve of his lips, the soft glow in his eyes.

you both stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence between you comfortable and warm. it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, not the kind of silence that had to be filled with noise, but one that let the two of you be fully present with each other, savoring the time without the pressure of having to say anything at all.

hyunjin’s thumb stroked the back of your hand slowly, the gentle motion grounding you both in this moment. his fingers brushed across the soft skin of your wrist, tracing patterns as he continued to gaze at you with quiet affection.

you shifted slightly, your head resting on his chest as you nestled into the crook of his neck, taking in the familiar scent of him. the warmth of his body against yours made you feel safe and content, as though the rest of the world could disappear, and it wouldn’t matter because all you needed was here, in this small, perfect moment.

hyunjin’s voice broke the comfortable silence. “do you ever wonder what it would be like to just stay in bed all day?” he asked, his tone light, a little teasing.

you smiled softly, your hand moving to trace the line of his jaw. “that sounds like the perfect plan,” you replied. “just us, no alarms, no schedule, just... this.”

his eyes lit up at your words, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he pulled you closer, as though to solidify the idea. “let’s do it,” he murmured. “a lazy day. just us.”

“just us,” you echoed, your words like a vow, the promise of the day ahead filled with simple moments of being together.

hyunjin’s lips brushed against your forehead once more, the kiss lingering, warm and gentle. you sighed contentedly, feeling his heartbeat steady against your chest. as the minutes stretched on, you both relaxed into each other, letting the day unfold at its own pace.

suddenly, a soft, undeniable sound broke the peace of the room - a small, embarrassing rumble coming from your stomach. you froze, eyes widening slightly, and hyunjin’s gaze shot to you, a playful smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“i think someone’s hungry,” he teased, his voice still low and soft but filled with amusement. you could feel your face flush a little as you let out a small giggle.

“i’m sorry,” you laughed softly, your hand instinctively going to your stomach, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “i guess i forgot to eat last night, huh?”

hyunjin chuckled, the sound light and warm. “it’s okay. i think we both need a little breakfast. come on,” he said, sitting up and pulling you with him, his hands helping you sit up too. “let’s make something together.”

you both stood, and he took your hand, leading you out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the kitchen. the quiet of the morning had been replaced by the soft sounds of your footsteps and hyunjin’s playful murmurs as he gently guided you through the space.

in the kitchen, the early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow across the counters. hyunjin pulled open the fridge, starting to gather ingredients and, you moved to the counter to grab some plates and utensils.

the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the soft clink of bowls and pans, filled the air as you both worked together in an easy, unhurried rhythm.

“pancakes?” hyunjin asked, his eyes meeting yours with a small, hopeful smile.

you nodded, already feeling the anticipation of a warm, comforting breakfast. “pancakes sound perfect.”

he grinned, his hands moving quickly to grab flour, eggs, and milk. as he mixed the batter, you set the table, making small talk in between with him about silly little things - your favorite toppings for pancakes, what you might do later in the day if you decided to leave the house, the weather outside, which had turned from soft sunshine to a light, cool breeze.

hyunjin’s playful teasing continued, making you laugh as you worked together in the kitchen. he was always so warm and easy to be around, his presence filling the room with a comforting energy that made everything feel light and effortless.

“do you want berries or chocolate chips in yours?” hyunjin asked, flashing a quick, mischievous grin as he set the pan over the stove.

you raised an eyebrow in response, half-laughing, half-squinting at him. “both, if you’re asking me.”

he snorted, shaking his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

but he obliged, grabbing a handful of chocolate chips and a small bowl of fresh berries. you both moved around each other seamlessly, falling into the simple joy of cooking together. the sound of pancakes sizzling on the stove, the smell of butter melting in the pan - it all felt so familiar, so natural.

as the pancakes started to take shape, you caught hyunjin’s eye, and the playful energy between you shifted into something softer, more intimate. he was smiling at you, his gaze warm and full of quiet affection. you smiled back, feeling a gentle warmth spread through you.

“everything feels so... right right now,” you said, your voice quieter now, full of sincerity.

hyunjin paused for a moment, then placed the spatula down and walked over to you. he stood beside you for a moment, just taking in the way the morning light reflected off your features, the way your hair fell gently around your face. he reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. there was nothing needed to be said.

“i feel the same way,” he replied softly, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. “it’s perfect - just us.”

you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a brief second, savoring the moment. his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a soft, slow kiss. it was gentle and tender, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes without needing words. it was a kiss that said “i’m here” and “i’m not going anywhere,” a quiet affirmation of the bond you shared.

when you pulled away, you both lingered for a moment, faces close, breaths mingling. you could feel the connection between you, something deeper than just the physical closeness. it was the kind of connection that made every second spent together feel significant.

with a soft laugh, hyunjin broke the moment, his hands moving back to the pancakes. “okay, okay,” he said, his voice light, “we’ve got breakfast to finish.”

you chuckled, shaking your head in mock exasperation. “i’m not complaining,” you said, leaning against the counter as he flipped the pancakes onto the plate.

eventually, the stack of pancakes was ready - golden and fluffy, stacked high on a plate in front of you. you both sat down at the table, digging in as you continued to share lighthearted conversation, the laughter flowing easily between the two of you.

hyunjin pushed a plate of pancakes toward you, a wink in his eyes. “don’t say i didn’t warn you,” he teased, “they’re the best pancakes you’ll ever taste.”

you took a bite, grinning as you tasted the warm, buttery sweetness. “okay, okay. you’re right. these are perfect.”

the two of you spent the rest of the morning like this - soft, easy laughter, shared food, and the quiet comfort of each other’s company. no grand gestures, no rush. just the simplicity of a peaceful morning, together, with nothing else to do but enjoy the moment.

and that was all that mattered.

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