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"Where are we heading?" Beverly asked as she drove down the main highway.

"It's a surprise." Caesar said as he looked at his phone. "Get off at the next exit."

Beverly glanced over at her boyfriend who was currently thumbing something into his smartphone. It still felt odd thinking of him as her boyfriend. They were taking her car since Caesar was banned from the garage at Providence. She was driving because no one touches her baby but her.

She signaled out of habit even though there was not a single car around. It seemed like they had been driving for hours. She looked at the clock on the dash board. Yup, they've been on the road for the last three hours. On the bright side, they had a relatively relaxing drive. The desert landscape was beautiful and it was always a thrill to drive her car. Too bad the man next to her had his nose buried in his phone. He claimed it was so he could navigate her to where they were going. But he could at least talk to her a little.

She had tried to start a conversation but it ended up a little like this:

"So what were you like as a kid?" Beverly asked.

"Tall and skinny." Caesar answered.

"No, I mean personality wise."

"I read a lot."

"No, not what you did but, you know, like if you were good or mischievous? "

"Good unless you ask the nanny. But I don't think she liked me."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I mostly just read. And maybe once I tried to build an atom smasher with the parts from her car."

After that Beverly gave up. She didn't feel like jabbering on about herself. Caesar already heard most of her history from listening to her and Becca reminisce about their past.

She knew that he had a strange memory. He can't remember what he had for breakfast but he'll remember that you told him that your second grade teacher was Ms. Crosbie. He got annoyed when people "repeated" themselves. (Yes, yes, you told me that already.) The problem was she wasn't sure which part he actually heard and which he didn't.

She wondered about him sometimes. Maybe they weren't quite right for each other. They had little in common other than their work. Their taste in movies (He kept pointing out the errors.), music (He only liked Argentine rock.), and literature (He read instruction manuals for fun.) differed greatly.

It was hard to find things to do that would not be torturous for either of them. She tended to be an extrovert although being an EVO for three years has severely hampered her confidence and sociability. Caesar was definitely an introvert except when espousing his scientific views.

How would they work as a couple? They've had four dates so far or was it three? They went pretty decently but she didn't feel as if they were heading anywhere. They were cordial but still holding back their true selves. She wasn't sure if she was seeing who Caesar really is. She knew Caesar hadn't seen all of her personality quirks yet.

"We're here." Caesar announced.

Startled Beverly looked around. Everything still looked the same until she drove around the bend in the road. Then she saw it.

Huge gigantic things that look like satellite dishes.

"What are those?" Beverly asked as the car slowed down.

"Very Large Array," Caesar answered.

"No kidding. But what are they called?" Beverly pulled into the parking lot.

"No, that's the name. Very Large Array or VLA. They are antennae that receives radio waves from space."

"Well, it is descriptive if not imaginative. Are they trying to contact aliens?" Beverly joked.

"No, it's a fallacy from that movie. We are not sending any signals merely receiving signals. You see many stars emit wavelengths within the range of radio…" Caesar pulled off his seatbelt and continued talking. He was in full professor mode. It was hard for Beverly to follow him when he was speaking as if he was teaching a class.

"Caesar, I only understood up to the part we are not sending any signals. " Beverly said.

"Oh, well let me draw you a picture." He pulled out the stylus from his smartphone.

"No, Caesar, it's okay. I don't need to see it." Beverly quickly put in. She was not up to a science lesson.

"Oh, okay." Caesar seemed disappointed.

Beverly internally sighed. She felt bad shutting him down but she really was not in the mood for a lecture.

"So what do we do here?" Beverly looked at the vast emptiness of the place broken by dishes dotted along a track.

"Well, it's free. There's a museum and we are allowed to walk around the premises." Caesar said.

Beverly knew it was his way of asking her what she would like to do. She really didn't have any preference. "Let's take a look at the museum." She knew she had to suggest something or they would be in the parking lot all day.

Inside the museum, if you could even call it that, were a few small rooms of information on the VLA. Most of it Beverly found boring.

Caesar kept checking his watch. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand. "We have to go." With that he lead them into the gift shop. Beverly was surprised when the lady behind the counter smiled when Caesar showed her something on his phone. She pulled a picnic basket from under the counter and handed it to him.

"Gracias." Caesar took the basket and pulled Beverly outside. At a fast clip he pulled her along.

"Caesar, where are we going?" Beverly had to trot to keep up.

Caesar didn't answer. He walked to a dish. He then opened the basket and pulled out a picnic blanket. Placing it on the floor, he turned to Beverly and gestured that she should sit down. Beverly plopped down on the blanket and Caesar sat next to her. He pulled out two sandwiches and two metal flasks.

"Pastrami on rye and strawberry banana smoothie." Caesar said as he handed them to her.

"Aww, a picnin? That's so sweet." Beverly said as she accepted the sandwich and flask. "But why did we have to come all the way out here?"

Caesar leaned back against the dish's metal bracing. He pointed at the sky. "Wait for it."

Beverly looked in the direction he was pointing. She gasped. The sun was just starting to set which in and of itself would have been beautiful but because they were far away from the bright lights of a city they sky was literally splitting into two. One part where the sun was just sinking below the hills, it was bright like morning. But the other half the stars twinkled in the dark sky.

"Oh, Caesar, that's beautiful." Beverly breathed.

Caesar nodded. "Yes, it's aesthetically pleasing but what's fascinating is the altitude…"

Beverly placed a finger on his lips to stop him from talking. "Let's just enjoy it, okay?" She asked.

Caesar nodded. He took her finger off his lips but placed a light kiss on her hand. Beverly was glad that it was dark now since she was sure her face was bright red. She turned back to watch the twinkling night sky engulf the rest of the heavens.

"Is that why you were on your phone the whole trip up?" Beverly finally spoke when it was completely dark.

"I was checking on the weather." Caesar admitted taking a bite of his sandwich. "The picnic I had arranged this morning."

Beverly bit her sandwich and took a sip of her smoothie. "How are we going to find our way back in the dark?

A bright light suddenly flashed on. Caesar held a flashlight. "With this." He said. Then he added, "It'll also keep the snakes away."

Beverly paused in mid bite. "What snakes?"

"Oh there are rattlesnakes here but don't worry. They generally stay away from people." Caesar said unconcerned. "The light should deter them from coming here."

Beverly shivered. She wasn't sure if it was from the possibility of seeing a snake or from the cold that was rapidly descending upon the area now that the sun had gone down.

"All done?" Caesar threw his wrapper and empty flask into the picnic basket.

"All done. " Beverly got up and brushed the crumbs off herself. Caesar took her garbage and deposited into the basket as well.

"Here, hold this." Caesar gave Beverly the flashlight. She held it as he shook off the crumbs and dirt off the blanket before placing it in the basket.

Beverly shivered again. Caesar wordlessly draped his free arm around her shoulder and drew her close. With Beverly holding the flashlight they made their way back to the museum. The lady accepted the basket with a smile and bid them good night.

Caesar and Beverly returned to the car.

"Do you want me to drive?" Caesar asked.

If it was anyone else even Becca, Beverly would have a witty retort ready. But this was Caesar. He was asking about driving not because he wanted to drive her car but because he was worried she was tired. He really was sweet.

"It's alright." Beverly got into the driver side and Caesar into the passenger side.

As Beverly drove back, Caesar was decidedly more talkative. He told her how his parents had taken him here when he was younger. Then he launched into how the VLA was prominently featured in many movies but how they distorted their original purpose.

Beverly smiled and nodded to indicate she was listening. She was glad she was wrong in her original assessment. Maybe this could work after all.