"Sam, what are you--" Amelia said, grasping Sam's hand tightly as he led her across the pavement. Her other hand was touching the blindfold around her eyes.
"Ah-ah," Sam said, pulling her hand away from the blindfold. "No peeking. It's a surprise."
"You know I don't like surprises, Sam. Where are we going? And did you remember to check Riot's chain to make sure he doesn't run away like last time?"
Sam chuckled, steering Amelia around a bench so she wouldn't knock her shins. "Yes, I checked the chain, I locked the door, I closed the garage, and I hid the key. Everything is going to be fine."
"Are we almost there?" she asked, anxiety creeping into her voice.
"Mnhmmm," Sam voiced, and he pulled Amelia to a stop. "You can take off the blindfold now."
She did so, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. In front of them, sprawled on a dock, was a table draped with red cloth. A candle shaped like the Eiffel Tower flickered in the center of the table, illuminating a setting for two. There were lights strung across the railings of the dock, with paper lanterns hanging every twenty feet. Standing next to the table was a man dressed in all white with a chef's hat adorning his head and a red handkerchief tied around his neck.
Leaning in close to her, Sam whispered, "Happy Birthday hon."
"Sam," she said, turning to him. "I-I don't know what to say. This is perfect."
"Then don't say anything," he said, and he leaned down, placing his lips on hers.