"Come on, then!" Angelina shouts as she climbs up the hill.
"Ange, what's the point of this?" George heaves. "Couldn't we have had lunch at my house?"
"Nope," she replies. "What's the fun in that?"
"I wouldn't be half dead?" he suggests.
Angelina laughs. "Man up, George. We used to be able to run five miles and not get winded."
"That was when we were seventeen!" he wheezes.
"Well, chin up then!" she replies. "We're getting to the top of this hill!"
When they finally reach the top, Angelina stands with her hands on her hips and looks out over the acres of land that surround them while George puts his hands on his knees and tries to catch his breath. Smiling, she turns to face him.
"Can't stand a little hike?" she teases.
"Why are we up here?" he replies.
"My dad used to take me up here," Angelina tells him. "When I was little, he would bring me up here and tell me the world was at my feet and that I could be whatever I wanted to be. I told him I wanted to be queen of the world."
George smiles gently at her. "Then why'd you bring me up here?"
"Put two and two together, dummy!" she says. "I like you!"
George smirks before tackling her to the ground and covering her with kisses.
