“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet,” Ashton reads out, a smile gracing his features as he looks up at you. “Damn, Romeo really had a way with words.”
You roll your eyes at Ashton’s statement, taking a couple more pictures of the flowers and the trees in the garden before tugging on his hand. “Come on, we still have a lot of ground to cover.”
You and Ashton had made it your mission to explore at least half of Central Park that day but since Ashton stopped you for pictures almost every five minutes, it looked like it would take two days just to explore half of the park. But to be honest, you didn’t mind that much. You liked seeing him like this; how excited he would get over the simplest things like Shakespeare quotes next to flowers and-
“Why are those people staring at a bench?” Ashton whispers, nodding his head at the bench in question as you chuckle beside him.
“It’s called a whisper bench,” you explain, leading him down the steps and towards the group of people. “Two people sit on either end and because of the shape, the two of them can have a whispered conversation and their voices will sound like they’re sitting right next to each other.”
“Did you Google that this morning?” he asks, amusement evident in his voice since you actually had been looking at all of the “secret” parts of Central Park.
You scoff at his question, letting him lead you towards the bench once the group of people had left. “I learned that in a math class I took in high school, thank you very much.”
Ashton playfully shoves you to the other end of the bench before he sits down and leans back. The two of you make eye contact and he nods, so you hesitantly whisper, “Is this working?”
He jumps at your voice, not really believing that it would actually sound like you were talking right in his ear until it happened. He gives you a thumbs up so you urge him to whisper something back. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?/ Thou art more lovely and more temperate,” your boyfriend whispers, that one line being one of the few Shakespeare lines he knows.
“Okay Romeo, chill out,” you roll your eyes teasingly after getting over the initial excitement of the bench.
Ashton laughs at that, shaking his head as he says, “I hope I’m not Romeo because then that means you’re Juliet and we’ll die in like four days.”
With a sigh, you get up and take Ashton’s hand in yours, the two of you picking a random path to go down and hoping that it leads somewhere interesting. “Then I guess we better make the most of it, loverboy.”