As a rule, stargazing was one of the most romantic ways to end a first date.
Apparently that rule didn't hold true when the date was with Skye Penderwick…
"And so, the long and the short of it is that we're actually being pushed—not sucked, but pushed—into Sagittarius A. And, eventually, it will completely swallow us whole!"
She stopped to catch her breath, and he took the opportunity to interrupt her.
"Skye, I hope you don't take this as a criticism, but that isn't very romantic."
"It isn't?" She looked at him in surprise.
He shook his head. "Not really."
"Oh." There was a pause for a second, before: "But just think about it, Jeffrey! Our entire solar system is slowly collapsing on itself and—in about 3.5 billion years—we're going to collide with Mercury in a fiery inferno of glory and be completely smashed! That's pretty darn romantic!"
"No… it's actually not…"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Oh. Well, in that case, I guess I don't really know any first-date appropriate star facts."
"That's okay."
"It is?"
"Yeah. I wasn't really planning on letting you talk much anyways."
And when—in about 3.5 seconds—his lips collided with hers in a fiery inferno of glory, all worries about stargazing were smashed.
In the end, it was pretty darn romantic, anyway.
(End.)
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