Zach had greatly enjoyed Graz, Austria, to say the least. He would have enjoyed anywhere, just for having Fred in it. And now, Italy. Zach had been for one dinner with Romilda's family, but that wasn't nearly the same thing as going around in Venice with Fred, his boyfriend, and having a place to stay - just the two of them - and going along the Grand Canal, which had most definitely earned its name. It was beautiful, and Zach absolutely loved it. Nowhere else was like it. And no one else was like Fred.
He stood, gazing out at the water and the boats and the islands in the distance when Fred excused himself. Zach wasn't sure if it were the perfect spot for them, so he did not yet sit down, but the view was incredible. He turned, automatically, toward Fred when he returned, a smile breaking across his face when Fred knelt. And Zach leaned down, pleased and not caring how many people looked at them. Let them look. He was in love.
His hands closed around what was handed him as they finished kissing, and Zach glanced down. Roses! And they were gorgeous, and quite Fred in how they were not the usual colors. Zach held them in one hand and pulled Fred's face to his again for another kiss before letting Fred stand up, Zach grinning. "I have decided I like this spot," Zach declared happily.