Neon Nights

“Well... you’re right. Neither of us are good painters and we don’t know what to paint.”

 

“Well... you just... you don’t seem that interested. Which is fine. We don’t have to do it.”

 

“Blind confidence has gotten me to success.”

 

She squinted at him, flushing a little.

“Hard to believe you don’t have a lot of experience with flirting game like that.”

 

“Really. I’m so lucky to have you,” she told him, her voice softening.

 

“That’s a good idea,” she agreed. “We’ll figure it out.”

 

“I have great ideas,” she admitted, reflecting on this.

 

She kissed his forehead gently, but her mind was elsewhere, thinking about the task.

"Maybe... what about clouds? Those are easy."

 

She nodded decisively.

“We’d need to pick up a sponge.”

 

She planted a kiss on the top of his head, draping her arms around his neck.

“Do we need canvas, do you think? I think we should be fine with duct tape.”