A couple picnicked on a lawn before gardens attached to a ruins, a temple dedicated to some long forgotten god. They partook of a ceremonial bowl filled with ripe dark grapes and small, tart plums. The mid afternoon repast tasted very good to the man as he ate the fruit from a tiny fork his lover clasped between her fingers.
The lady took delight in watching the young man accidentally miss a tiny drop of juice. It fell from his lower lip and left a little damp impression on his shirt. He was very subconscious about it and squirmed uncomfortably. The lass giggled silently, and he sensed it. That heightened his irritability, but only for a moment. He quickly recovered, and they laughed together in one of those small moments that make affairs of the heart so sublime.