DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PARADISE! THIS IS PURELY FAN BASED!

Hands in his pockets, feet shoulder width apart, Moray stood, only for a few seconds, scanning the street. His eyes reached a womans figure, with blonde hair piled on top of her head in beautifully fashioned way and he let out a deep sigh. A sigh filled with meaning; need and satisfaction rolled into one. Satisfaction that she was here, just across the street. Satisfaction that they were together and that they would someday be married. But a need to touch her cheek and to hold her hand. A need to give her hair a slight imperfection, something suggestive, by delicately pulling a small section out of her up do, whilst letting his fingers brush gently across her forehead. A need to kiss her. A need for her to kiss him.

Each beat of his heart was twice as rapid as the last, each step closer he got to her. He strode over to the woman and wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn't so much as flinch as she immersed herself in the familiar arms embracing her. Moray placed a kiss softly on her neck, making her blush at his public display of affection. It didn't bother her though. When they were together it was as if no one else existed.

"Splendid," he whispered into her ear. Still wrapped in his arms she turned round to face him.
"Me, or the shop?" she replied in jest.
"Both," he smiled, his dimples showing. She smiled back and looked deeply into his dark brown eyes. He stared back into her crystal blue eyes and his heart warmed.

Denise had transformed the shop left to her by her Uncle from a dressmakers to a beauty emporium. She had painted the outside, added a new sign and decorated the window. All that was left to do was the inside.

Suddenly, Moray pulled her towards him and they hugged. They stayed like this for a while.
"Denise," he said, looking down at the woman in his arms.
"John," she replied.
He smiled. He loved the way she said his name. "As much as I would love to stand like this all day, I have a shop to run. We both do."
"Well, I'm not quite running my shop yet, I'm still setting it up."
"That makes us even then, because I only run half the shop. Mr Weston runs the rest. And I have a meeting with him in 10 minutes! Oh the joy!"
They both laughed.
"Well if you manage to make it through that and come out of the office alive, I will meet you for dinner after my meeting with Mr Ballentine," Denise said before kissing his forehead, his nose and then his lips.
"I'm looking forward to it," Moray said as he walked away.