She laughed as the mystery man poured the wine. "How long is a long time?"
He picked up his glass. "Since the day I looked into your eyes and saw my future."
She opened her mouth to remind him that she didn't believe in fate, but closed it without saying a word. She looked into his eyes, before picking up her glass and touching it gently to his. "What else do you see in our future?"
The look he gave her made her thankful it was too dark to clearly see her face. She could feel the heat of the blush that colored her cheeks.
Booth looked at her with a knowing smile. Maybe the darkness didn't hide her as well as she thought. "What else do you have planned?" she asked when he didn't say a word.
"Dinner, of course." He signaled again, and a first course of salad was set in front of her.
She picked up her fork, amazed at what he'd accomplished. "I want you to tell me how you pulled this off later."
"If you still want to talk later, I'll tell you anything you want to know."
She bit her lip. "Do you think we might be doing something later besides talking?"
He set his glass of wine down a little harder than necessary. Hell, yeah, he hoped to be doing something later besides talking. He started to say something, but Brennan's voice stopped him.
"I used to have this dream, when I was little, before my parents left," she whispered into the silence. "That I would fall asleep, outside, under a tree, and when I woke up fairies would be dancing around my head."
Booth leaned back and simply watched her. The subject change was obvious, but he let it go. "I would never have described you as whimsical, Bones."
"I was young," she said with a shrug. She looked around her, at the lights shining above her in the trees. "I just wanted you to know that this is the only dream from my childhood I've ever had come true."