She contemplated the bowl of long stemmed strawberries and accompanying pitcher of double cream. He knew exactly how to make her morning.
He watched her enjoying her indulgence and considered his own. She was perfection in a yellow dress with sunlight in her hair.
Sunday morning had been met with good intentions and higher minded plans. But it never had a chance. A shared look. Licked lips. Eyes asking a question. A slight shrug in answer. Plans changed and intentions weren't just good, they were grand.
Wimbledon played out on the screen before a half empty bowl and discarded dress.