Sunday - A small island off Green Turtle Cay in the Bahamas

[badassprodigy]

Even someone who is socially oblivious like Barry know that you don’t do anything on Valentine’s Day for the one you’re dating. And while it took him a bit to figure out what to do, it was the winter weather that inspired this little date.

The portal took them to a small empty island with a mile long beach with pink sand and turquoise waters. It was a day spent snorkeling, swimming and just hanging out on the beach with a cooler full of drinks and food. And as evening set in, Barry teleported in a table and chairs along with food and wine to enjoy.

And most importantly a small device that kept away the seagulls.

“I know it’s not that planet we went to on our first date,” Barry said as he unpacked the food. “But I can guarantee that we won’t freeze to death when the sun goes down.”

[For that girl]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"It is going to be nice to catch a good sunset without the immediate threat of imminent death hanging over us," Summer said, sighing wistfully and knowing that, sure, she'd definitely been filled with warm fuzzy feelings all day, but warm fuzzy feelings weren't going to do jack against severely subzero temperatures. "And, I mean, we can shit on Earth all day," literally and figuratively!, "but when you get right down to it, it really does have its moments, doesn't it?"

She took a moment to just sort of bask in the setting of it all before her attention shifted back to the real highlight of the day, which was, duh, the company.

"This has been really great, Barry," she said. "Thank you."

Perfect, really, which meant that she was definitely waiting for the other shoe to drop and for things to go horribly wrong, but so far, so good, and she was just going to revel in that. Especially since the last time she'd had an epic romantic sort of Valentine's Day like this was...you know, pretty much never?