"More coleslaw?" Toby asks, his cheeks puffed with a peanut butter sandwich.
Spencer laughs at his chipmunk-like appearance and gladly accepts his offer. "Please, God, swallow."
Toby smiles, peanut butter covering his teeth. He swallows quickly, then laughs along with Spencer.
"I'm really glad we got to do this," Spencer says, reaching for his hand.
"Me too, Toby says, wiping jelly off of his face. "Finally, a moment of peace away from A. Just you and me."
Toby had taken Spencer for a picnic in Rosewood Park. Since they didn't get the opportunity to spend much time together lately, he went all out for the occasion. He neatly laid out a blanket with elegant plates and silverware, along with homemade food of all sorts.
And the day was perfect. A slight breeze blew through the air, making Spencer's hair slightly sway in the wind - which made Toby smile. The trees gave them just enough shade in the hot spring sun, as well as camouflage to the nearby people. No one could see them. They were completely alone.
Spencer leans forward, kissing Toby's lips. "You taste like peanut butter," she giggled.
Toby wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close to him. He kisses her forehead as they sit silently, soaking in their solitude.
"I love this. It's perfect," Spencer says.
Toby runs his fingers through her hair. "Anything for you," and he kisses her cheek.
"Thank you," she says, gazing into his blue eyes. She loves to look at his eyes, the way they light up his face and make her feel warm.
"Hey, no biggie," he says. "I wanted to do something special for you."
Spencer kissed his lips, pulling him closer. The two fell gently onto their backs, kissing each other as they lay on the soft blanket.
When their kissing ceases, Spencer smiles broadly and gazes at Toby. "I never want this to end."
"Me either," he agrees. "But we have to go." He shows Spencer the time on his phone.
"No," Spencer groans. She tilts her head back and sighs. "Is it time already?"
"Sorry, Spence, we need to get there by 5:30. They're probably waiting already."
The two stand up and begin to pack up their things. Suddenly, a BANG sounds off in the distance, and Toby screams, falling to the ground while clutching his leg.
"TOBY!" Spencer screams, rushing to his aid. She drops the picnic basket and falls beside him. Blood is seeping through his jeans.
Frantically, Spencer grabs a knife from the basket. With shaky hands, she frantically wildly slices open his pant leg, revealing a gaping wound in his calf.
"Oh my God, Toby…" her voice trails off as she cries, tears dripping onto his leg.
"Spencer…" Toby says achingly. "Get out of here. Whoever shot me could be close by."
"No, I'm not leaving you!" she screams. She scrambles for her phone and quickly dials 9-1-1.
As she speaks to the operator, Toby never lets go of her hand. He groans and cries, tears flooding from his eyes. But he will not lose his touch with Spencer. He feels the life draining out of him, being ripped away from him. He closes his eyes, letting himself drift into darkness, smiling as feels Spencer's hand more time.
