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"I know," she said, a sly grin on her face. "Which means that maybe you'll dance with me."
To Francis, he always enjoyed listening to the old myths and legends. They always interested him, and he watched the stars. (Can you tell I...
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes thoughtful. "I'm thinking we should join the festivities, yeah?"
He glanced at her occasionally, his head tilted as he watched the stars as well.
Francis squeezed her hand, sighing contentedly.
"Thanks," he said, taking out two blankets, then handed her one. "And yours."
"So," she began, her expression playful, "should I still call you Jack?"
"Alright," he said with a smile, following her.
"I understand," she said softly. "I'm sorry for being unfair to you."
"Oh, good. We've come to the right place, then."
"It's... okay." She sighed, looking at the ground. "Whatever the reason, it's probably important. I shouldn't have gotten mad."
"Light show, huh? Do you think that'd be interesting?" he asked, looking at her.
She laughed, but shook her head. "See what I mean?"
"Oh, be quiet," he teased. "I was talking about got you."
"It's payback for calling me beautiful," she said, kissing his cheek.
"Me too. It's always nice to spend time with my favorite person."
"You're an amazing guy," she said. "Really amazing."
He looked around as they entered, shifting his backpack. "I hope this will be cool."
She paused for a moment, and looked him in the eyes. "You're amazing," she said quietly. "Did you know that?"
He gave her a quick kiss. "I'm sure it'll be fun now that we're both here," he said. "Shall we?"
