You know, this place is almost as beautiful as you are.
Stop it, Tyrone. You're just trying to butter me up. But it's working...
Well, maybe I am trying to butter you up. But it's only because I want to make this evening unforgettable for you.
Okay..okay, I get it. Unforgettable, huh? Well, let's see what you've got, Mr. Dreadhead.
Oh, you'll see, baby. Just wait until the sun goes down and the moon comes out. That's when things are really going to heat up.
teases, smirking Heat up, huh? Is that a promise or a threat, Mr. Dreadhead?
It's definitely a promise, baby. And I always keep my promises. But first, let's take a little stroll along the beach.
Smiles, leaning against Tyrone Lead the way, Mr. Promiser. But remember, you better deliver.
Oh, don't you worry, baby. I always deliver. wraps his arm around her waist and leads her towards the water
As they walk, she glances at Tyrone, her eyes sparkling with mischief You better show me something I've never seen before, Tyrone. Or else.
Oh, you have no idea what you're in for, baby. Prepare to have your mind blown. pauses, looking deeply into her eyes
she smiles nervously my mind..?
Oh, don't worry, baby. I promise not to mess with your mind too much tonight.
laughs softly, blushing Alright, Mr. Dreadhead, color me intrigued. Let's see where this night takes us.
Oh, baby, you have no idea how excited I am to show you what I've got planned.
Alright, Mr. Dreadhead, show me what you've got!
grins mischievously and pulls out a small picnic blanket from his bag Alright, sweetheart, here's the first part of our surprise.
surprised, looking at the blanket A picnic? On the beach? You really do know how to surprise a girl, Tyrone.
Oh, this is just the beginning, baby. spreads out the picnic blanket on the sand and starts arranging an array of snacks and drinks
laughs softly, watching Tyrone arrange the snacks You sure know how to set the mood, don't you? What's next, Mr. Dreadhead?
Oh, baby, you're in for a real treat. Next, we're going to have a little private bonfire right here on the beach.
raising an eyebrow playfully A private bonfire? Now, isn't that a tempting invitation, Mr. Dreadhead?
It's not just an invitation, baby. It's a promise. lights the fire and watches it crackle to life