i'd block the sun if you want it done

I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands

Whatever other conversations are happening around them, Everest is hardly aware. A bomb could have gone off and he'd hardly have noticed but for the feeling of Isla's fingers against his own. Not only did her touch kindle something warm in his belly, but just the knowledge that her fingers were so skilled had him marvelling; and no, not in that way (or not just in that way). Her hands had saved lives, and now here they were, tucked against his own.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I've forgotten something." He says, returning her grin.

Given that the LongNight Platter was prepared in advance, it was brought out almost immediately. Plated on a plank of live-edge wood, the board was nearly too long to fit comfortably on their table and had to be placed at an angle. Covered in meats, cheeses, dates, fruits, dips and breads, their wine had to be placed on the table next to theirs given how little real estate was left over afterwards.

Reaching for his glass, he held it out toward Isla. "To the first of many dates."

Everest

Table by the always stunning Sky!