9
The day they had set aside to spend together was of course, weather permitting. Will had spent a long week with his business dealings, and Lily had been lost to her ores and gems in the mines. After the time apart, they were supposed to have a lovely picnic, but the clouds decided it was the perfect day for a torrential downpour.
Lily held the heavy picnic basket in both hands, not minding the rain soaking her hair so much as she felt so completely defeated as they made their way back to the yacht. She watched the mud splash beneath her feet with every reluctant step, wishing their day hadn't turned out this way. All she had wanted was to finally relax and tell Will all about her adventures. It felt like the world had stolen their date away from her.
The rain was suddenly less violent, and Lily looked up. Will, just as drenched, had removed his jacket and was holding it above their heads as a makeshift umbrella. He had his arm around her to spread the shield her way. She could smell his aftershave with him so close, and it was the only thing to overpower the smell of the cold rain. He looked to her with a weary smile. "Sorry, love. It's not exactly the romantic afternoon I promised you."
"Nonsense!" Lily found herself say, her own positivity rekindling from his sweet gesture. She wove an arm around his waist to pull them closer together. "I quite like the rain. Only the adventurous are out and about."
Which was quite true. Everyone else on the island had the good sense not to be out in a storm. But Will and Lily meandered to make sure their walk home took as long as possible.
