Although a show lacking many opportunities for romantic moments I still think there is room for love.
I'd only seen about three episodes when I wrote this so there are no spoilers.

The luminous milky moon hung heavy and bulbous in the inky evening sky. Casey stood on the balcony of her hotel room looking up at the heavens, her pale white skin in stark contrast to the crimson red of her sequined dress. Her long blond hair shimmered from the light of the moon as it flowed down her back.
Suddenly the lights inside began to flicker and Cole appeared before her.
He had cleaned himself up since the last time she'd seen him; he was well dressed and put together. His hair still long and rough stubble still gracing his face, but instead of his dirt strew cargo jackets, he wore a neat black suit which fit his form perfectly. The arch of his breast bending appropriately as it turned into the curvature of his hips and the material did not pool on the arms of the jacket. Casey smiled and said, "You clean up nicely."
He laughed as he reached for her hand, "I stopped in during 2014, had a shower and got a suit. Do you approve?"
Casey accepted the hand as they slipped into a dancing pattern, "Oh yes." She smiled again.
They fell into a rhythm as their bodies swayed from side to side. There was no music to dance by, only the beat of their hearts which was a music of a different kind. A music of hearts which flowed though each of them and in a way it was a music that was sweeter than any melody; it was the sound of love.
It was a love that they would probably never admit, even to themselves and not at this point at least, but it was a love nonetheless. Locked in this lovers waltz, they stayed like this for hours, dancing by the light of the moon.