The soft hum of the engine ceased as Andrew brought the sleek black car to a gentle halt on a narrow, secluded road near the coast. The air was dense with the scent of the sea—salt, breeze, and a hint of adventure. The rhythmic crashing of waves echoed in the distance, painting a serene backdrop to a moment carefully planned for weeks. Beside him in the passenger seat sat Sharon, her eyes covered with a silk blindfold, a mixture of confusion and excitement swirling inside her.
Andrew stepped out first, walking quickly around to her side of the car. He opened the door with a smile she couldn't see but would soon feel. Gently, he helped her out of the vehicle. Her heels clicked softly against the sandy gravel as she tried to steady herself, hands lightly clutching his for support.
"Where are we?" Sharon asked with a soft chuckle, her voice tinged with curiosity.
