Imagine your OTP just finding a quiet secluded spot by a lake. They skip stones even when they’re terrible at it, and they stick their toes in the water and hang on to each other as they watch the shadows of the trees reflect on their feet. They tell corny jokes and laugh about old times and dig holes between the rocks with twigs as they try to cup crumbling sand castles between their hands. They smile like it’s their first date all over again, and they smile like they’ve known each other for a lifetime. They have a picnic on an old quilt and eat little dorky cut sandwiches and drink juice in too fancy wine glasses as they lean against each other watching the sun set and thinking about what a perfect day it was. They pack up and trek back to their car with their fingers intertwined, and they decide to star watch through the window in the backseat where they fall asleep cuddled in each other’s arms.