He drove them back to his apartment after an evening of playing Trivial Pursuit: Pop Culture with a group of friends.
They stood in his dark living room, only the streetlights shining in the through the window.
Her arms wrapped around his waist as he looked down at her. She smiled. He lowered his head and kissed her. She felt a rush.
Suddenly, he began tickling her. She screamed; he laughed.
She looked into his blue eyes. She loved how he combined the playful and romantic in a way that made her heart flutter.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the ground. She found herself laying on the floor next to him, his fingers still intertwined with his.
He raised his free hand and pointed to the ceiling. “Those are stars,” he said. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
She giggled. “Really?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s the Big Dipper in the corner, and over there, next to the kitchen, is Cassiopeia.”
“You only know that one from watching Serendipity!”
He laughed because she was right. “Okay… but if you look hard enough you can find Mars. Do you see it?”
“You mean that red dot?” she pointed to the smoke detector.
“Yep!” he exclaimed as he rolled over and kissed her.
She laid her head on his shoulder. He squeezed her hand. ‘This is how it’s supposed to be. This is how I’m supposed to feel,’ she thought to herself.