"I see," Seto said. It was all coming together now. She nodded.

"Are you ready to walk a little further down the beach?" he asked, obviously taking his turn at breaking the silence, which was just as awkward as ever.

"I guess so," Serenity replied, nodding her head.

With that they walked back down the boardwalk and onto the sand. It crunched under their feet. With soft and simultaneous whooshes, the water was coming closer to them.

"Looks like the tide's coming in," Seto observed. "We probably should go on back to the car."

"To leave?!" Serenity exclaimed, hoping that she'd misunderstood.

"Of course not. We've hardly been here two hours. All I'm saying is it's getting close to dinnertime, and I know of a nice on the beach restaurant not too far from here. We should probably go ahead. I'll make a reservation."

Pulling a cell phone out of his pocket, he dialed a number quickly.

"Hello, Paradise Café? I'd like to get a reservation for two, outside if possible. Preferably for around five thirty. Wonderful, thank you," he said, and hung up. "Let's go."

The walk back down the beach was beautiful. Seto had been right, the sun was coming out.

"What exactly is the Paradise Café?" Serenity asked.

"Well, it's a Café on the waterfront. The back deck faces west, and the sunset is visible. That's where our reservations are," Seto explained. "They serve things like fish, steak, pasta, I guess most everything."

"Sounds great," she said. It sounded to her like a very expensive place to eat. She figured that she wouldn't have the opportunity to go, were she not in the company of a millionaire.

As they got back to the car and were seated, Seto proposed a question.

"Do you mind if we listen to music on the way?" he asked. "I have a guitar CD that I think you'd like."

"That's fine! I love guitar," she said honestly. It truly was one of her favorite instruments.

He put a CD in the player, and classical music began to play. She knew most of the songs, and was humming along.

When they got there, she was almost disappointed to have to get out. The ride had been so pleasant.

As they stepped into the café, Serenity realized that she had been very accurate in her guess.

"Table for two, reserved under the name 'Kaiba'," Seto said.

The host gave a disapproving glance at their attire. Noticing, Seto took a business card out of his pocket and gave it to him. The host glanced at it.

"So sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Kaiba. Right this way, please," he said. Seto turned to Serenity and winked. Noticing an immediate and incredible resemblance to Mokuba, she smiled.

After they were seated, she gazed at her surroundings. The sun's rays penetrated the clouds and danced across the glittering waves. It was beautiful.

"Wow," she breathed.

"You really don't get out much, do you?" Seto asked, looking into her eyes.

"I guess I don't," she smiled. As they chatted, a girl in her early twenties walked over to their table.

"Hello, my name is Jean and I'll be your waitress. What drinks may I get you this evening?" she asked, pulling a small leather-bound notepad out of her pocket.

"I'll have an iced tea," Serenity replied.

"Just water, thank you," Seto said.

"I'll be back in just a moment with your drinks," Jean said, hurrying off.

"They must be busy," Serenity observed, looking at her menu. Seto nodded.

"I wanted to get here fairly early so that we could at least be seated."

"This is a beautiful restaurant," Serenity said. "Thanks for taking me here."

"Oh, think nothing of it. I first learned about it by going here with some associates. It was fairly nice then, but it's seems much better now for some reason," he said, looking into her eyes.

"It's a lovely view," she said, looking out into the bay.

"That it is," he murmured, staring off into the horizon.

"Here are your drinks," said Jean, rocketing them both out of their current state. "May I take your orders?"

"I'll have the prime rib," answered Serenity.

"Shrimp marinara, if you please," Seto finished.

"I'll be back in a moment," Jean said, collecting their menus and leaving once more in what they perceived to be a hurry.

"So you like seafood?" Serenity said, looking over at Seto.

"It's always been one of my favorites, but Mokuba doesn't like it. I don't get it that often," he replied.

"I know how you feel. My mom's a health food freak, so I don't get prime rib too often either," said Serenity.

"The wait's usually not too bad here, so we should get our food pretty soon," Seto said.

Sure enough, Jean came with their tray in barely a moment's time.

"If you need anything more, please don't hesitate to ask," she said, placing their food on the table. Picking up the tray, she left.

"The food is wonderful," Serenity said between bites. Seto nodded.

"I'm pleased to see you differ from your brother in eating habits," he said. Serenity laughed out loud.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

They spent the rest of the meal mostly eating. Occasionally they had light conversation, but less often than not. Jean made frequent stops at their table to ask about the food, did they need anything, etc. She obviously knew that Seto was a millionaire and expected a nice tip.

Leaving the check and a tip (that wasn't all too much above average) they left. As they walked out to the car, Seto asked another question.

"Do you want to stay to watch the sunset?" he asked.

"That would be lovely," Serenity replied.

"I'll just get a blanket out of the car, and we can watch it from the sand," Seto said.

They walked up to the car. After getting a blue sheet out of the trunk, they walked a bit further up the beach to a spot where they would be alone. They spread it out and sat down.

The sunset was spectacular. Peach and indigo streaked the rich evening sky. Vivid reds and pinks dotted it, above the soft nigh twilight glow of the sun. Right then, the world was them and only them. The rest seemed to stop turning on it's axis for Seto and Serenity, watching the sunset together.

"Serenity!" a furious voice behind them shattered the sensation. Flipping around, Serenity saw what she immediately knew was what she feared most. Behind them stood Joey, his face pale and contorted with rage.