Underneath the colored explosive sky was two love struck teenagers standing side by side, each trying to find the perfect opportunity to make any sort of intimate move. They were taking turns glancing at one another, until heterochromia and mocha finally met in a mutual gaze. The sounds around them suddenly muted and the look sparked magic to lead the two to gravitate towards each other, the boom of each firework lit being mimicked in their heartbeats. He counted one, she counted two, then on three, their lips met in personal grand finale.

A perfect end to a sweet summer.