Tendrils of tangerine and lavender streak the sky as the grandeur sun readies to disappear completely below the horizon, brightening the sky as if lit by fire, yet the haze is so crisp and clear. The clouds are fluffy and round, the splash of colors cloaking its usual whiteness, causing it to match the sky.
The sight is truly breathtaking, she marvels, like something straight out of a painting. What makes it even more perfect is that he's sitting beside her, gazing at the scenery alongside her. It makes something inside her warm and glow.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she breathes in awe.
To her surprise, he gives her a look of complete disinterest. "Eh, I guess," comes the response accompanied by a lift of his shoulder. She's completely dumbfounded. With his passion for cloudwatching, she's surprised that he doesn't also appreciate the alluring splendor of the sight.
"What do you mean 'I guess'?" she demands.
"I'm just saying that I've seen better." Now he's looking straight at her, his gaze meaningful, and she can feel her cheeks tainting the same fiery red colors of the setting sun. The warmth inside her accumulates at his next words, "Your hair, for instance. That alone could take a million more shades of color to paint than some boring ol' sunset."
She leans in to kiss him just as twilight encompasses the horizon.