"Aren't we going to the seaside?"

“Yes, but we should get some extra clothes first," explained Matthew.

It was cooler by the sea, and she didn't wear thick clothes.

“No, there's no need for that," Erica told him.

"We can just go right to the seaside. Look, I'm wearing a cashmere sweater and everything.

I'm warm enough!" She had wanted to take off her sweater during the day, but hadn't. After all, it was possible the temperature could drop considerably at night.

Back in the restaurant, she had just taken off her coat and felt good enough with just the cashmere sweater.

Seeing that there was no point in arguing, Matthew addressed the driver again.

“Just take us to the seaside."

“Yes, Matthew," mumbled the man.

In less than ten minutes they were there, and the car smoothly rolled to a stop. Matthew got out of the car, but before he could circle around to open the door for Erica, she was already out and rushing happily toward the sea.

Squinting after her from beneath the harsh glow of a street Lamp,

Matthew called after her, "Don't you want to take your camera?"

“No, I want to feel the waves!" she called back over her shoulder.

Besides, there was nothing to take photos of on the beach at night.

"No, wait, ' she thought a second later. ‘Actually, I can take photo of

Matthew."

Stopping, she stared back at her husband, who was strolling to catch up with her at his own pace. Running back and taking his arm, she said,

“Matthew, can I go back and get my camera?"

Matthew stopped, frowning in puzzlement.

"Didn't you just say you didn't want it?" What a capricious woman!

“But I want to take a picture of you. If it's all right, I mean. But even as Erica said this, her husband continued to walk on.

“Hey, hold on! Slow down, wait for me!"

Now it was Erica staring at his back from under the street Lamp.

Gritting her teeth, she swore to herself, ‘Humph! Maybe I'll have to wait another day until you're willing to let your picture be taken!"