Paolo Scardina

Gramps and Grandma stealthily escape the grandkids’ mayhem—in bare feet, finding peace on a worn bench overlooking the gilded waves. An impish orchestra plays on, woodwinds chuckling and strings waxing melodramatic, as if the sea itself is swaying to the rhythm. "Think they’ve noticed we’re missing yet?" Grandma teases, nudging Gramps. He smirks, fishing out a crumpled candy like a prized secret.

The music cheekily steals the scene, making every shared chuckle and hand touch feel larger than life. "The music’s hogging the spotlight," Grandma stage-whispers. Gramps winks, savoring his candy. "Let it. We’ve got the best seats in the house." And so, with rolling waves as their co-stars, their bench becomes a hidden stage set for simple magic.