“Kusum..” her reverie broke when she heard her name being called.
“Hmm…” she looked at him lazily, the spring sun was making her lazy and sleepy.
“It’s your turn to row.” He grinned.
“What?” she could barely believe that he could say it, on their first date.
“Yes…” he surrendered the oar with a big grin and sprawled on the boat.