It is our last day in Cape Town the following day. Tomorrow we are set to drive to James' family vineyard for the wedding. For breakfast, we choose a nice safe option of sitting with my parents, who have free seats at their table. I thought they would probably want to sit with their newfound friends but the sigh of relief from both of them had me thinking otherwise.

"You would not believe what happened at the beach yesterday," my mom says after we greet each other. Today I opted to have a waffle with fresh fruit and ice cream, while Henry chose pancakes. I already plan to steal a bite from him.

"What happened?" I ask as Henry joins us with our cups of tea. He sits down, across from my dad.

"What did I miss?" he asks as he takes a sip from his tea and then unwraps his knife and fork.

"You've missed nothing dear, I was just about to tell Evelyn about our beach day yesterday," she pauses to take a bit of her biscuit that she dipped in her tea before continuing, "Yesterday Anna tried to set up two youngsters. I forget their names but it's Anna's niece and Thomas' son."

We have no idea who Anna or Thomas are, let alone their relatives but we nod along like we do. If I have no idea who they are, I doubt Henry does. We have stayed relatively clear of the group. I think I could recognise them vaguely and I am sure my mom has been telling everyone that I'm her daughter so they might know me. My dad tuned out the conversation since he probably witnessed whatever drama first-hand already.

"So they were very happy walking along the beach and being a cute couple. Anna started bragging about her matchmaking skills. She offered to set you up too, Evelyn, but I told her you already had Henry and that there is no need for her to do that. I would not use her skills anyway since the two of them started arguing on the beach loudly for everyone to hear. The language they were using was shocking."

"Oh, that's crazy." Compared to the lady who threw a tantrum, I think it's a little bit more reasonable. Poor restaurant workers don't deserve such nightmarish customers. Here, on the other hand, it looks like they had an argument with is pretty normal.

"No, that's not even the crazy part. The girl threw the poor guy's phone into the ocean!"

That was not the plot twist I expect to hear. I mean people arguing on the beach sure. Throwing phones into the ocean? Sounds toxic. I steal a pancake off Henry's plate and in return, he cuts a quarter of one of my waffles and puts it on his plate.

"Did he get his phone back?" Like how deep in the ocean did this girl throw? Either way it probably caused a lot of damage.

"I doubt it would work since it took a swim in salt water," Henry adds as if he can read my mind. He steals a few pieces of fruit off my plate with his fork.

"I don't know yet. I wonder what Anna will say today. Did you see we are spending the day shopping today? I can't wait to explore all the new shops with you, Evelyn."

I give a noncommittal sound. Little does she know that Henry and I did a lot of exploring yesterday after our double date. Luckily, my mom is distracted when one of the people from yesterday's drama walks in for breakfast and she along with everyone else in the room turns to look at the poor guy. I am sure they are checking to see if he has a phone now.

After we finish eating our breakfast, Henry and I don't bother going back to our room. We originally planned to go with everyone to Waterfront today. However, the whole thing is looking unappealing even if we take our own car. Henry has a similar idea, but he is not pushing me to run away from another day at the shopping centre. I think the most tedious part is trying to keep up with shopping with my mom.

"Let's ditch them and go to the beach," Henry suggests when we get to the lobby which is soon going to fill up with the group to get onto the coach. The idea of going to the beach instead of Waterfront shopping is appealing. Henry and I already explored the area after the double date.

"Let's go before my parents get here. My mom was telling me at breakfast all the shops she wanted to drag me to," I pull his arm towards the front desk so someone can bring our car to the lobby. Each minute that passed waiting for the car is long as I start to spot familiar faces filling the lobby. Henry and I somehow manage to make it out without being questioned.

Luckily, I decided to wear shorts and a t-shirt and sandals that I plan to ditch when we get to the beach. There are many beaches in Cape Town, but we decide to settle on visiting Clifton beach. I take my time to enjoy the view that I know I will miss next week. The houses that line the beach are beautiful and probably a dream spot to live in.

"We should buy houses here so we can be neighbours. Imagine having the beach at our doorstep." Henry finds a parking space across the road from one of the houses. The beach is on side of the road where we have parked. So it is literally on the doorstep of whoever lives in these houses.

"Why would we buy two hours when it's cheaper to buy one house."

"Bold of you to assume that I want you as a roommate," I joke.

"I beg to differ, I have heard no complaints this week from sharing a room with you." he shuts it down.

"True, what's a house when we've shared a room," I agree. Plus, Henry and I basically live in each other's flat so it would just mean we have a door between our places instead. It would be effortless to live with Henry.

I pull off my sandals and Henry joins in taking off his shoes. I sink into the warm sand after two steps. There is something about the feeling of sand that feels therapeutic. Henry holds my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine as we take a stroll down the beach.

"Some people dream of having dates like this," Henry says as we get a little closer to the water. He is standing closer to the ocean than I am. I have a little regret for not fulling planning our beach day since we don't even have towels let alone swimsuits to spend some proper time in the water.

"And here I am living the dream with my favourite person. I think I am winning at life." I slow down as the waves hit our feet.

"I'm your favourite person? Since when?" I have no idea. I actually cannot answer that question. At some point Henry became so permanent and one of the pillars in my life that he is easily my favourite person. I didn't mean to even tell him. I am sure I will never hear the end of it now.

"You should be concentrating on the part where I am winning at life," I brush off. This week looked like it was supposed to be a nightmare of the week but so far it's been blissful for the most part.

"That's a given since you have me as your company."

"Oh wow, you can't be serious."

"Our Evelyn deserves the most serious of men," he mocks. He's been using the our Evelyn line since James dropped it yesterday as a joke. I still can't believe James said that at breakfast. It just didn't make sense at all.

"Oh shut up." I laugh.

"Make me."

I glance at him twice to make sure I heard him correctly. Did Henry just ask me to make him shut up? Like kiss him shut up? Am I thinking into this too much? He just looked proper pleased with himself when I look at him again to confirm I heard what I thought I heard the first time. I am just going to leave this alone for tonight to dissect and analyse.

We continue our walk until we spot some people riding bicycles along the promenade. That is easily our next stop since there is only some much strolling along the beach we can do. I pull Henry towards the bicycle stand. We pay for and receive our bicycles. He explains the different stops where we can stop to drop off our bicycles and that you need to cycle backwards since there are no brakes. We don't plan to ride all the way to Waterfront anyway since the car is parked here.

Henry and I take our time riding up and down. We stop to take some pictures by the ocean when I decide to breach a topic that's been on my mind since yesterday. When I initially asked, he told me he would tell me later. I think a whole day passing can be considered later.

"Anyway, are you going to tell me why you had to use code word monkey yesterday?" I ask while he poses in front of the camera.

"How long has it been on your mind?" He doesn't move out of his pose while I keep snapping a million photos.

"Since the last time I asked. I think we are at later now."

"I can't convince you that later is next week?" He sighs, reluctant to tell me. I know he would eventually tell me. I am just curious as to what exactly made him jump.

"You can try."

"I don't want to spoil our time."

"Then you promise to tell me next week?" Maybe it is not worth spoiling the great time. I rather find out next week when we are back to reality. He must have a good reason for avoiding telling me.

"As the best boyfriend you've ever had, I promise," he replies.

This time I don't reply with shut up.