Third Person Point of View
"Good morning, love." Vaughn gently whispered to Chlea before heading outside first.
Chlea woke up hearing the crashing waves of the sea. The air is so clean and there are no noises from cars. She smiled before opening her eyes.
Vaughn is not beside her when Chlea groped his empty spot. She immediately folded their blankets and arranged them along with the pillows. Before heading outside, Chlea tied her hair into a messy bun.
Unzipping the tent's door, the bright ray from the sun made her squint. Chlea went back inside the tent and rummaged around inside her bag to find her monochromic graded eyeglasses. Anything bright to her eyes makes her headache.
"Goodmorning, beautiful." Vaughn greeted while he is cooking some sunny side upon his little pan.
Chlea then approached Vaughn and hugged him by wrapping her arms around his waist from the back.