Movie Night under the Stars
"Tell me again – why are we here?"
Skye just smirks at him as she opens a bag of pretzels.
"Because it's romantic," she answers with twinkling eyes.
Grant just wrinkles his nose – he doesn't get what would be so romantic about sitting on the bed of an old, rented pickup truck in a run-down drive-in cinema, wearing shorts and sneakers, waiting for some mediocre horror form the sixties to start. But apparently Skye does see the magic in it, because she just hasn't stopped smiling since they left the base. (And okay, it makes his heart flutter a little. But he still doesn't get why it should be so romantic.)
"Out with that sour face!" she scolds him playfully, swapping at his arm. "It's date night!"
Okay, that does it – mentioning that they are actually on a date, because they are (apparently) dating, does bring a smile to his face.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Skye giggle, pulling the blanket she's brought over their legs. "You'll see, it'll be a fabulous night," she promises, and he's inclined to believe her.
Then, as the lights slowly fade, he starts to understand what she meant.
Just before the movie starts, all the lights in the lot are turned off, allowing the stars above them shine brilliantly; he can barely remember seeing so many stars before. And although there are dozens of other cars around them, he feels like they are alone – the skies, the stars, the movie, the night is all theirs.
Just as the screen comes to life, Skye leans against him, resting her head on his shoulder; his arm sneaks around her waist almost on its own volition. When the film starts to roll, he presses a kiss against the crown of her head.
"You know what? It already is," he whispers into her ear.
"I told you so." He doesn't see her face, but feels her smile.
(When the night is over, neither of them really knows what the movie was about. They had better stuff to do during it.)