The fleecy clouds in the late afternoon hid the sun, but the trees surrounding Uhuru Park still offered the best relaxation shade around.

Michael sat on one of the Park benches while quietly reading a monthly magazine. He was in Atlantic blue jeans and a fitting bright white, short-sleeved shirt. On the foot, he was on white with blue strip decoration trainers. His fashion trend was a typical Y-era model.

Behind him, a figure approached swiftly and silently and covered his eyes with its hands, getting him totally unawares.

"Okay... you got me!" He said while putting the magazine on the bench and holding the figure's hands, intentionally appearing surprised, "Or did you...?" He was now pleasantly cordial, "Oh, yes! This must be the hands of the most prettiest flower in the pot. Let lightning strike me if I am wrong."

The figure uncovered his eyes and walked to him.

"Is there a day I will ever surprise you?" Jacqueline cheerfully looked at the lover while pecking him.

Michael pecked her as well, "For starters, you will have to do surgery on your beautiful soft hands." He held her hands, "... Of which I will strongly disapprove. Then you will have to change that cherry mint lip gloss that has a strong scent, then change the perfume, and... find a way of dealing with the natural love instinct I have towards you."

"Wow! Is that not a nice way of saying No?"

"The good thing is that you will never know."

Jaqueline smiled charmingly looking at him. She knew how exceptionally different her man was. Apart from having moderately dark skin, a regular 5 o'clock stubble in his handsome face and a well-built twenty years body, he was also an understanding, caring, loving, absurdly funny and interesting, responsible and honest man- qualities that made their love fun and adventurous.

They had shared a lot together, extending their similarities and common interests at higher levels by appreciating each other, spending time together and giving mutual submission to the commitment of the relationship. They always had fun and loving interaction with themselves. And since they had durable qualities of characters and common interest, and she felt contentment, fulfillment and happiness in the relationship, she was certainly sure that Michael was her soul mate and life partner.

"I am so sorry I am late." She suddenly looked apologetic, "I was still_"

"You are not late, pumpkin. You have just made me wait because I came much earlier." Michael interrupted gently, then glanced at his wristwatch, "It is now twenty-five minutes before the show starts, enough time to go and get an ice cream or something before we head there."

"I am glad you have said that." Jacqueline sweetly smiled, her beautiful large eyes sparkling with what seemed to be love.

Michael moved much closer to her and leaned in for a kiss. The sensation was always satisfying every time he was on her lips.