His smile's a little more sincere after her kiss on the cheek. He wraps an arm around her waist and squeezes her a little more closely to him for a second.

"Yup, follow me." Rather than taking her up along the walkway of the bridge, he takes her hand and tugs her through the shrubbery off to the side. Behind the bushes and the foliage is a tiny, worn path littered with beer bottles. At the bottom, beneath the bridge, is a tiny stretch of land leading up to the water. It's a shielded, private circle, and on top of it are all the requirements of a picnic. A blanket stretched across it, and on top of it a basket of food and a bottle of (admittedly cheap ass) wine.

Surprise, he's a romantic guy. Who would have guessed.