Sitting side by side with Astra, their backs against the tree trunk, Seth couldn't keep the smile from creeping onto his face. He did try, wanting to act suave and cool, as mysterious and aloof as his alter ego presented him to be, but no matter what he tried a goofy smile was always present on his face.
Even the few times he managed to subdue it, it came right back with extra gusto whenever he looked at the woman next to him. Thankfully, she didn't seem to mind, and always responded with a smile or a small laugh of her own, which sounded like heavenly music to his ears every time.
Sometimes, being cool wasn't everything.
Pouring them each a glass of wine, Seth hummed softly as he started to pull out the prepared food from his little wicker basket. He had the usual staples of a picnic, such as sandwiches, salads and shortbread. There were also a few things which had names that didn't start with s.
