Norris Moore leaned against his shoulder, looking up at the sky: "The moon is so big tonight."
Trenton Smith offered her fish with the bones carefully removed: "Yes. The moon is beautiful tonight."
Norris was slightly surprised, then turned her head to look at him: "I know that joke." She then coughed lightly and said earnestly, "I love you too."
Trenton chuckled softly, "Eat up."
The fish had just been caught, grilled over charcoal with the spices brought by the Russians, it tasted a bit rough, very simple and crude, yet fresh, with a surprising delightful flavor from the spices.
Trenton handed her the wine, "Have a sip."
Norris took a sip of the wine, sticking out her tongue at the intense spiciness, and Trenton said gently, "It's cold outside, having a bit is good, it helps against dampness and chill."
He also took a small sip from the bottle Norris had just drunk from.
That night on a small isolated island, there was a gentle sea breeze blowing.
