I leaned on the car, wating for his que, due to his surprise he says he has for me.

He came back, his dress jacket off and no shoes or socks, easily striding through the sand. Delicately, he bends down to remove my heels. I was a bit taken back because I never had someone do this to me. He came back up, cupping my left hand with my heels in his other. "This way, Ashley, I'm really sorry I couldn't show you the real fast life China, but this is my version of China, for now." He says ending with a light chuckle. My feet sink down into the warm moist sand, cradling them to each and every step. I look back, seeing the duo footprints we make with each step.

My eyes were penetrated with the blood orange burning sun at the peak of the endless ocean. My skin instantly warmed when I was in the presence of this welcoming sun. We stopped walking, "Is this a like to your senses?" Kris said showcasing the beautiful set up picnic layered on the warm grains of sand. "It's beautiful." I said as the smile didn't seem to want to leave my face. "I'm glad." I felt his hand push the dip of my back, "Lets sit, shall we?" I nodded, walking to over and sitting down carefully on the versatile sand. He came right over, draping a cover over my lap, due to my dress. A few lit candles, a place set centered with flavored noodles, meat, vegetables, and a bottle of white wine. My stomach made a noise, reminding me that I haven't eaten since the long gone morning. He grabbed the wine and poured it into each of our glasses. "To finishing the China leg of the tour." He said, holding up the wine glass, I raised mine clinking it with his. I raised my glass to my lips, tipping it slightly letting the sweet substance sting my throat. "And to being here with you." I coughed, almost laughing, "Well, that was a rather bold statement Yi Fan." He raised his eyebrow, smirking. No response. I shrugged it off. I grabbed a pair of chopsticks, creating my plate of the various foods infront of me. I ate, trying my best to not look sloppily hungry while eating my food. I realized, Kris wasn't eating, but staring at me. "May I help you?" I said slurping it off with a noodle. "My food, is it good?" He asked. I stopped chewing, realizing what he meant when he said 'a taste of him'. "You