"Why are you covering my eyes with a handkerchief," I moaned with fumbling hands even though one of my hands was also being held by Terrence. 

I can feel the breeze blowing my bangs and hair, Terrence occasionally chuckles and tells me to walk slowly because of the many thorns below. 

Stupid! If you don't want to get hurt why are you covering my eyes with this handkerchief?

I continued walking in short strides, holding Terrence's hand tightly and wondering where Terrence would take me this afternoon. Almost three minutes we walked, Terrence immediately untied the handkerchief. 

I blinked a few times and found a table beautifully set amidst a...