Aaron watched rose as he fiddled with the rope keeping the boat moored to the dock. She looked so peaceful and beautiful... He places the basket on the middle seat between them, keeping the boat steady with one hand as he carefully gets into the boat himself. "Ready?," he asks while he fiddles around with the motor. Before to long, he's guiding them out into the center of the lake, wind whipping up his hair around his head, grin plastered on his face.<br/><br/>He stops after a couple minutes, most of the shore still insight in the distance, but otherwise surrounded by blue-green water. "It's beautiful out here," he comments, looking her eye to eye.