"A Morning Draped in Love"
The restaurant's atmosphere was utterly enchanting. Here, floral decorations brightened the corners; there, paintings of various designs adorned the walls. The air carried a sweet fragrance, making the whole place even more beautiful.
The two of them sat across from each other at a table. The waiter placed the menus in front of them.
With a gentle smile, Richer said:
"Ramish, order whatever you like."
Ramish replied softly:
"No, Richer… today I'll only eat what you like."
Richer gave him a thoughtful look.
"But remember—you only eat halal food."
Ramish's eyes lit up instantly.
"Richer, do you still remember that?"
Richer smiled faintly.
"Yes… I remember."
Ramish leaned forward eagerly.
"And tell me, how did you feel the first time I told you that?"
Richer let out a slow breath.
"At first, it felt a little strange… I didn't know much about it back then. But
When I researched it, I learned a little about it..."
Ramish's face glowed with joy.
"Then it's settled—today, you order for me as well."
So Richer ordered breakfast for both of them, then got busy with his phone.
Ramish rested his elbows on the table, cupping his face in his fists, and simply stared at Richer with eyes full of love.
When Richer finally put his phone down, he found Ramish gazing at him, smiling deeply.
He glanced around and noticed that even the nearby guests were smiling, amused by the sight.
Quickly, he tapped Ramish's shoulder and whispered:
"Ramish, people are watching. Did you have to start Mischief here too?"
Ramish replied with full confidence, his voice slightly louder than before:
"Richer, I can't live even a moment without looking at you. I don't care about people. Let them watch if they want."
Richer immediately lifted the menu to cover his face and muttered:
"Ramish, stop it… at least sit quietly outside."
Ramish picked a beautiful flower from the vase on the table. The fragrance of the flower added a soft calmness to the air.
Ramesh slowly held the flower in his hand and hand towards the Richer.
In a tender and affectionate tone, Ramish said,
"Richer, enough now… let go of your annoyance and be at peace."
Richer slowly lowered the menu card and saw that Ramesh had a beautiful flower in his hand and that charming smile on his lips that always made Richer's heart flutter.
Ramish spoke softly,
"Richer, you're the one who said you wanted to make these moments memorable. So why care about what others think?"
Then, stepping a little closer, he added,
"In this morning sunlight, your glowing, beautiful face… this innocence upon it—every expression of yours is perfection.
The sunlight falling on your face makes you look even more radiant.
My love, my life—accept this flower and make this morning even more beautiful."
For a moment, Richer was lost in Ramish's words.
His face showed a mix of tenderness and wonder, as if his heart was touched by an unspoken feeling.
Then, with a soft smile, he accepted the flower and said gently,
"Thank you, Ramish…"
And in that instant, it felt as if all the light of the universe had gathered into that one smile.
Just then, the breakfast arrived, and they began to eat.
Ramish scooped up a bite with his spoon and held it out toward Richer.
When Richer looked up, he saw Ramish making a childish, pleading face. The sight made him choke with laughter—and instead of laughing, he suddenly started coughing.
Ramish panicked, jumped up at once, handed him a glass of water, and rubbed his back gently.
"Richer, take it slow."
Richer caught his breath, then said firmly:
"Ramish, please… you eat peacefully too. No more mischief."
Ramish grinned.
"Alright… but only if you take this one bite from my hand. Then I promise I'll be quiet."
Unable to resist, Richer opened his mouth and ate the bite from Ramish's spoon.
Smiling, he said:
"Now that's better. Finish your breakfast quietly—we'll be seeing the manager soon."
The two of them completed their meal together. And just as Richer had said, the manager arrived shortly afterward.
The manager said politely:
"Sir, the car is ready. We can leave whenever you wish."
Richer turned to Ramish and asked:
"So, Ramish, are you ready to go, or would you like to wait a little longer?"
Ramish smiled and replied:
"No, we've had breakfast already. Let's go now. I'm really excited to go shopping with you."
Richer laughed softly and said:
"Oh come on, what's there to be so excited about? We're only going shopping."
Ramish, in a gentle tone, responded:
"But I'm going shopping with you. For me, that's definitely something to be excited about. Your company is nothing less than a blessing."
Richer gave a faint smile and said:
"Alright then, let's go."
As they were stepping out, Ramish noticed that one of Richer's shirt buttons was undone. He moved closer and lovingly tried to fasten it.
Richer immediately blushed and stepped back.
"What are you doing?" he asked quickly.
Ramish replied seriously:
"Your shirt button is open, and your chest is showing."
With playful mischief, Richer said:
"Oh, this is today's fashion. You should also leave your shirt buttons open."
Ramish's eyes glimmered with mischief.
"Really? Then why don't you open mine for me?"
Richer laughed.
"No, that you'll have to do yourself."
Hearing this, Ramish casually opened two or three of his own shirt buttons. For a moment, Richer's eyes lingered deeply on Ramish's chest before he shyly looked away, scratching his nose, and said:
"That's… a bit too much."
Ramish replied playfully:
"But you're the one who said it's the fashion nowadays. Come on, let's go."
Feeling slightly awkward, Richer turned to the manager and said:
"Please get the car, we'll be right there."
As the manager walked ahead, Richer leaned closer to Ramish and whispered:
"What's the matter with you?"
Ramish asked softly:
Nothing "Didn't you like it?"
Richer remained silent, then quietly stepped forward, fastening Ramish's shirt buttons one by one. Smiling, he said:
"You look much better like this."
Then he looking at Ramish and buttoned up his own shirt as well.
Seeing this, Ramish beamed with joy.
Richer gently hold Ramish Hand and gestured toward the car and said:
"Come on, let's go."
Ramish Look at Richer with faint smile And so, both of them step forward and got into the car and set off for shopping.
Having found the fragrance of your love in the flower of my heart …
the different colors of the flowers seem to bloom upon my face…