Sunshine
'Alright, Pond?' He wandered over closer, peering into her face and breaking her out of her reverie. 'Are you ok?'
She smiled at him. 'Of course! Beaches on a sunny distant planet with my dear friend?' A magic date with a handsome, manic man she could never quite have? 'I can't remember being happier!'
He cupped her face, that more and more familiar expression of attraction and pity once again in his eyes, in his twisted smile, the flirting-cum-sympathetic gesture. 'I know you can't, Amy,' he said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. 'But keep thinking about it'.