She rolled her eyes, slightly embarrassed. "Francis, have you looked in a mirror lately? You're... very attractive."
"All the more reason to be fluttery," she pointed out, squeezing his hand. "There's rarely a moment that I don't get to look at you."
"Neither am I," she teased as they stepped out onto the sidewalk, the bright city lights swirling above them. She tipped her head back and looked up, clucking her tongue sympathetically. "It makes me sad that you can't see the stars."
"I suppose," she allowed, looking back at him. "But you're also a city boy." A homeless man looked up as they passed. "Spare some change?"