That night, both of them were in Central Park, lying on their backs on the grass and looking up at the sky.
"My mother used to bring me here when I was a kid," she told him. "And we used to point out the different constellations in the sky. There, you can see the Big Dipper."
"I've never done this before. These stars, don't you think they seem to be winking at us? Like how small and insignificant we are to them, when they are high up in the heavens?"
"I don't think of it this way, Alec. We aren't insignificant. It's just that there are things out there that are far greater than us combined."
He kept silent, as if contemplating the words she had just said. She touched his arm lightly, waking him from his reverie. "And then there's Orion, see the three stars that make up his belt?"
Turning to look at her, the moonlight illuminating half of his face, he asked her, "Do people name stars?"
"Yeah, I guess they do."
"Then, do you see that one there?" He pointed to a star that was shining brighter than most others. "That's the one I'll name after you."
She laced her fingers in his and pressed her lips to his hand. "I love it. Thank you."