"I want to take you somewhere".

Bonnie looked up from her drawing to Nathan Prescott, once again sitting across from her in the Two Whales Diner. Only, it wasn't in the middle of the night, it was nearing 10 PM and her shift would end in two hours, there were some customers here and there, and Officer Berry was on his break, eating the remains of his cherry topped cake that he got from the glass counter. Frank Bowers, a regular who owned a big, slightly beat-up RV with his dog Pompidou, always sat in the far-left corner by the window, always eating his beans. Only this time he was just having a mug of tea.

"Where would you take me?", she asked, a blush fighting its way up her cheeks, not a date, not a date, not a date, she tried to remind herself.

"To the lighthouse, where else?", he asked, slightly waving his empty coffee mug in front of her, silently asking for another refill.

"You know, you're never going to sleep tonight if you're drinking all of this coffee", she smiled, but still refilled his cup anyway.

"I can't sleep whether I have coffee or not. Doesn't make a difference", he mumbled, Bonnie quietened at that, after weeks of him coming to the diner, she had noticed a pattern in his behaviour, she had picked up on some of his mannerisms, and she noticed that the more he had coffee and caffeine in general, his legs would shake a lot more, his legs would shake a lot during the nights, especially if he was tired. She noticed that his mood was considerably worse when his father was back home from his millionth business trip. She noticed that when he was in a calm environment, and she would speak to him in a calming, quiet tone, which is how she normally spoke, he would relax a lot more, and he looked calmer for the rest of the day. She also couldn't help but notice that whenever the chef raised his voice to get her attention, he would flinch. Bonnie didn't want to think about why that reason was, but deep down she knew, she had an inkling of why that was, but she didn't voice it. she never would.

"So, what's up at this mysterious lighthouse?", she asked, leaning over the counter to look at him, being closer than before she could see his light blue eyes better, oh, she would have to draw his eyes again, she could see his chapped lips, and a small freckle near his nose, she felt as if she could stare at his face forever.

"I just want to take you there after your shift, god, why so many questions?", he asked, heatedly, face flushing, jumping back in response, Bonnie nodded her head, accepting his mysteriousness.

"Well, then Mr Prescott, my shift finishes in two hours, are you going to be a gentleman?", she asked, trying her best to ignore the sudden outburst.

"I can wait", was the reply.

By the time they got to the bottom of the lighthouse, it was 12:34 AM. And freezing cold. Nathan encouraged her, grabbing her hand and pulling her up the hill towards the lighthouse. She had no idea what had gotten into him, but she didn't mind it, they had spent so long together sitting in comfortable silence at the diner, it was nice to be with him that was somewhere else.

"Come on Bon, we're almost there" he nicknamed her, that was a first for her, tripping over sticks and rocks, her lungs heaving slightly from the ice-cold air going down her lungs, they finally made it up to the lighthouse. And.

Wow.

The full moon was bright and shining, illuminating the whole of Arcadia Bay. She could see the waves crashing onto the cliff edges, the darkness of the trees swaying ominously, tall, and giant against them. The night sky was so clear and bright that Bonnie could see the craters on the bright moon above them. the lapping and crashing of the waves hitting the shore were rhythmic and consistent, almost sending her to sleep with its lullaby. The houses littered Arcadia Bay were glittering amongst the moonlight, a few houses here and there covered in small rushes of the warmth of light, some people still awake despite the time. other houses were shrouded in darkness, cold, and almost disappearing into nothingness. It was a beautiful sight.

Click!

Bonnie turned around to find Nathan standing on the bench over her, pointing his very shiny, very fancy camera at her. She looked at him and smiled, no one really took pictures of her, not ever actually.

Click! Click! Click!

Came three more shots as she smiled at him, she was blushing now, she couldn't shake the feeling of happiness filling her heart as she looked up at him. He jumped off the bench and got in a crouching position to the side of her, motioning for her to look back over the Bay. To which she did. A few more clicks went by before he wordlessly stood up and walked over to her, moving her into a different position, now she was laying on the ground by the cliff edge, leaning back on her arms, staring up into the night sky, the full illumination of the moon reflecting off of her small half moon necklace and matching earrings. She looked down, tiredness seeping into her, another few clicks went by.

"Do you bring all of your girl friends up to the lighthouse to take pictures of them?", Bonnie asked cheekily, a smile raising back up to her lips again as she looked at him.

"No, just you", he responded simply before pulling away from his camera and looking through the photos.

"Are you finished taking photos of me tonight?" she asked, before moving up from the ground and sitting on the bench.

"I'm never finished, not really anyway", he replied, sitting down next to her, his legs shaking again. Bonnie sighed, relaxing against the bench, before pulling her long blonde hair away from her face, and tying it in a low bun, it always got in her way.

"Why tie it away?", Nathan asked, looking at her, before going and reaching behind her neck to untie the bun she just made. His fingers lingered, touching the soft strands in her hair. "Your hair is so pretty, and soft", he mumbled, in a slight daze, before shaking his head, dropping his hand, and moving away from her slightly, forgetting where he was for a moment.

"It's why I never cut it, everyone says that", she mumbled back, blushing once again for the millionth time that day. He nodded in agreement, looking out at the sea, the moonlight, his face gazing into the unknown, eyes alight and bright, his soft, brown hair slightly tussled, his legs still shaking, but his fingers grazing over the camera gently, as if calming him. It was silent for so long, once again that comfortable silence that Bonnie knew so well, she'd love to stay there forever, only, that she was freezing cold, and it was nearing 2 AM.

"Nathan, it's getting cold, we should head back", Bonnie whispered, quietly, the silence was so soft she barely wanted to whisper, disrupting the quiet peace between them.

"You're right, let's head back".