Rick didn't take her hand. Instead he stepped closer, slipping his arm around he waist as they wandered down the beach. It was cliche, all of it, but it worked for them. When they did occasionally go out in a more traditional way, they did things right. Probably because they both had very healthy egos and they liked to show off.
"At least this time you didn't accidentally spill your drink on the waitress. Definitely an improvement over last year." Had it really been a year ago they'd been there last? It was... May. A year ago. That meant they'd been together for more than a year. More than a year and a half, actually. It had been late summer when they'd met, one of those hot sticky August days when even a distant ocean breeze wasn't going to help things. Not like now, with the perfect weather and the beautiful sunset.