Richard takes his earphones out of his pocket and plugs them into his armrest. "Do you want to listen to some music with me?" Richard offers to his wife.
"Sure, that sounds lovely. What should we listen to?" Hyacinth asks as she takes one of the earphones from Richard.
"Well, let's see if we can find a rock n' roll or classical station." Richard suggests.
Hyacinth concedes the rock n' roll station to Richard even though it's not really her taste. To Hyacinth's delight Richard doesn't find a rock n' roll station he likes. He settles on a classical station and she settles back in her seat. Hyacinth's eyes close as she listens to the soft strains of the music. She picks up her tea and sips it slowly. Tea always relaxes Hyacinth. She sets her empty cup down and closes her eyes.
Richard takes the time, while Hyacinth isn't paying attention, to really observe her. She's really beautiful. She's elegant, too. Richard can see her elegance from the tops of her curls to the tips of each finger and toe. Her fingernails are painted a soft pink. Richard can't help but fall in love with Hyacinth when she's this calm and relaxed and being this considerate. The strains of the music begin to make him sleepy. He slowly falls asleep and Hyacinth notices. She pulls the blanket out from under herself and drapes it over Richard. She leans over and softly kisses his forehead trying not to wake him. She wants him to sleep as long as he wants. She knows he didn't sleep well last night even though he didn't want her to know.