It was well past midnight when the last show was fired to mark the end of the show.
The final firework a massive one that burst into a halo of white then spread out into blues reds and greens and crackled leaving an impression on Steve's retinas even after it disappeared.
Blinking a few times he looked at Beth who still leaned against his shoulder and saw she had dozed off at some point.
Smiling he nudged her back to wakefulness, she squinted at him then straitened and yawned "now who's the old one" he teased remembering her jab when she 'kidnapped' him from his apartment.
She punched his arm lightly muttering a 'shut up' before she stretched back popping a few times then she rubbed her eyes "do I have to drive back?" he questioned standing and offered her a hand.
She took it grinning at him "touch my car I'll kick you wear the sun don't shine" she noticed since he'd started commenting on her language shed been cursing a lot less.
She didn't think too much into that.
She drove to his apartment and he invited her which wasn't exactly the best of ideas considering how tired she found herself to be.
He was in the middle of saying something when he walked out of the kitchen and found her sprawled out on his couch snoring softly he had to smile at it.
She was laying one arm hanging off the edge of the couch her feet propped up on the arm while her head was t an angel that couldn't be comfortable on the other.
He walked to his bedroom and pulled a blanket and pillow from the stack he kept for guests then walked back out, she hadn't moved, unable to stop from chuckling he set down the blanket and pillow then moved to her feet to remove her shoes.
The different design socks were cute, one was blue with random colored dots the other red with stripes, he shifted her legs so the tucked into the space beside the arm of the couch then nudged her to turn on her side lifting her head just enough to slip the pillow below it.
When he spread the blanket over her he thought she'd woken up but she just muttered almost drunkenly before curling up, half ducking her head under the blanket until it covered her nose.
He stroked back her hair and stared when she leaned into his touch then buried her nose back into her blanket.
He decided to go to bed himself before he did something he would regret, he was glad she was asleep so she didn't see him blushing, she saw it enough during the day anyway.
It took him a while to get to sleep and though he pretended it had nothing to do with his bed feeling like a marshmallow.
Come morning he woke up early and expected her to be gone but when he stepped into the living room he found her still asleep, she had rolled during the night so she was on her stomach one arm still hanging down one of her legs bent the other hanging over the arm of the couch.
He found she had a cute snore kind of like a snuffle but not quite, he couldn't really describe it.
Shaking his head he went out for his daily run to clear his head before waking her up.
When he returned he found her gone, the blanket was folded with the pillow placed on top and he could smell something, he looked in the kitchen and found a pan on the stove set to low heat, glancing inside he saw an omelet.
A posit not on the cabinet he pulled it off and read her looping hand writing it said 'enjoy breakfast, next time you cook' to someone who didn't know her they might take that the wrong way but he knew her well enough to read between the lines.
That short sentence was the stark equivalence of a platonic love letter.
Shaking his head fondly he got a plate and put the omelet on it, after the first bite he realized she really was an amazing cook.