[ CW ] Set a timer for ten minutes . Start it and write a scene about two lovers enjoying a meal I 'm silence . When the timer goes off , set it for another ten minutes - but now one of the lovers has murder on their mind .

`` How could I be so lucky? ``, he thought to himself, as he stared across the table at the woman of his dreams clumsily picking at her simple choice of dinner. Despite sitting in the fanciest restaurant he could afford for their anniversary, she had chosen a simple spaghetti with pesto. Of course, he was n't surprised. She loved simple dishes, even if they were served on oddly shaped dishes, with delicately laid out, artistic garnishes. 
 
 He gazed at her, as a small piece of pasta dropped lazily out of the corner of her mouth. As she clattered for her napkin ( which had clumsily fallen from her lap, as usual ), he gently placed his hand on hers. Stopping, she smiled at him, even as he reached over with his own napkin to gently wipe the smear of sauce from her cheek. He loved her clumsiness. In his mind, it was the perfect balance to her supernatural beauty. 
 
 To him, she was perfect. Even as he shifted his gaze over to the wine bottle the waiter had suggested, he could see her, like a second shadow in his vision. He could always see the curve of her cheeks, the flowing locks of her auburn hair. Her could always close his eyes, and there would be that perfectly sincere smile had loved so much. 
 
 `` How could I be so lucky? ``, she thought to herself, as she looked back at her perfect husband. She smiled as she watched him reach out with the bottle to refill their glasses. `` Has it really been only a year? ``, she pondered, as she watched him spill a few drops, on the table. The looked at each other at that same instant, then simultaneously reached for their napkins. As their hands touched, both ready to clean the mess, they looked at each other, paused, then burst out laughing. `` We are so perfect together.'' She really, truly loved him. `` If only this could last forever.'' 
 
 He gently raised his hand in a simple gesture, before getting up and walking over to the waiter. `` This is it. This is the moment. It will last forever.'' Quickly glancing to see that her husband was still distracted with the waiter, she reached over to his glass, and dropped the pill in it. She glanced at him again, and seeing he still had his back turned, she quickly dropped the other pill in her own glass. 
 
 He returned with the waiter who quickly mopped up the spillage, and refilled their glasses. Once he was gone, she raised her glass towards him, and he responded, and they drank in a mock salute. They finished their meals and their drinks quickly, and called a cab to take them home. That night was spent in ecstasy, as the embraced each other in pure happiness. But in the morning, they did n't wake up.
