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While River is driving and me sitting on the back of the motor and holding him tight on his chest, i look to my right and see that we're going higher and higher.

We're riding on an mountain or sort of it's not really a mountain.

After a while we stop riding and i get first off the motor then he gets off.

I take off my helmet while he puts his bike on the stand.

I turn to look where we are while he takes off his helmet.

"Where are we?" I ask.

he puts a chain lock on his motorcycle and comes to stand next to me.

"Well we need to walk to the place but it's literally two steps." He says.

I look at him then back to the ground and take two steps.

I look back at him.

"I did two steps where is it." I ask.

He laughs."i mean not literally."

He walks towards me.

As i giggle he grabs my wrist to let me face him.

I look up to him into his beautiful eyes.

"Close your eyes." He says.

"I knew this was coming." I say.

I close my eyes.

"Here grab my hand" he says and grab my hand.

"Don't let go please." I say.

"You'll be safe with me don't worry darling" he days as we walk to whatever.

Then he stops after a few steps or a lot few not jut a few.

"Okay open your eyes." He says.

I slowly open my eyes and at first i see the sun almost sunset not yet. When i look down a little i see a picnic blanket with a basket that probably contains food and I see iced coffee on the blanket.

"Oh my god River." I say having my hand on my mouth.

"You like it?" He ask.

I look at him. "Like it? I love it" i say and i walk towards the picnic blanket.

"Oh my god iced coffee!" I almost scream.

He laughs." Your favorite right." He says.

"How did you knew oh my god." I say.

"I know you datling." He says.

I smile at him.

We both sit down next to each other.

"How- when did you do all of this?" I ask him smiling.

I can't stop smiling.

"Well when you were talking with Charles and Anthonio I settled it up with Lorenzo." He says.

"With lorenzo?!" I ask.

"It was actually his idea this oops" he says.

"This was his idea?" I ask.

"Well not exactly. The picnic was my idea and the iced coffee but I didn't know where." He says.

"When he asked me what i was doing because i was in the kitched writing down what i should get to eat what i know you don't like." He says.

I look down." I know i'm sorry." I say.

"No no I don't mean it like that it's not your fault." He says.

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