Brandon stood near the water's edge with a small pile of flat stones gathered at his feet.
With a practiced flick of his wrist, he sent another rock skipping across the lake's surface.
plip… plip… plip… plip…
It bounced four times before sinking beneath.
He picked up another stone, weighing it in his palm, 'I really didn't expect to get into a relationship in this era.'
A soft sigh escaped his lips 'Amelia and Freya... Another 500 years. I definitely need to find a way for immortality or something.'
A few meters behind him, Freya sat on a large, flat rock that overlooked the lake.
She had kicked off her shoes and was lazily swinging her bare feet as the hem of her crimson dress rode up to reveal her smooth thighs.
She rested her chin on her hand, watching Brandon with a dramatic pout on her full lips.
