They’d met in a club, a holiday romance; one thing had led to another.
Now they were lying on the beach in the warm night.
“I love you, Claire,” said Asif. “Will you marry me?”
She knew he wasn’t being serious.
“I love you, too. But my parents insist that I marry a prince.” That wasn’t the real problem, of course. “Let’s count the stars together instead.”
Asif took the sky on the left. They counted 714.
“I’ve an idea,” he said. “Let’s elope.”
“Where to?”
“I have friends on Pluto.”
“That’s agreed, then,” said Claire. They kissed on it.
Now they were lying on the beach in the warm night.
“I love you, Claire,” said Asif. “Will you marry me?”
She knew he wasn’t being serious.
“I love you, too. But my parents insist that I marry a prince.” That wasn’t the real problem, of course. “Let’s count the stars together instead.”
Asif took the sky on the left. They counted 714.
“I’ve an idea,” he said. “Let’s elope.”
“Where to?”
“I have friends on Pluto.”
“That’s agreed, then,” said Claire. They kissed on it.