Love at Changi beach

Both of them are sitting at their spot at Changi beach.

The sun is setting. 

The shimmering waves providing the backdrop to the silhouettes of people jogging, cycling, and rollerblading by. 

He turned and look at her.

Her face glowed in the amber of the evening sun.

Gently, he stroked her long tresses behind her ear.

Surprised, she whispered in a embarrassed voice as she brushes his hand off, "Stop it. People may be watching..."

"You are so beautiful," the man looked intently into her eyes.

"Stop playing around."

Bashfully, she turned her head to avoid his eyes.

But her hand reaches out to his hand.

They clasped. 

Silently, both of them just sat there enjoying the evening breeze.

"Grandpa, grandma!" a little boy of ten shouted.

"Mother says the barbecue is ready. Come back to the chalet!"

Gingerly, she helped her man rise up from the park bench. And handed him his cane.