“No seriously,” he said, pulling away after what felt like no time at all. “You’re early. I had all these plans. We were going to meet in the lobby and then have a picnic in the park, and then we were gonna get ice cream at that place—the one from the blackout—and come up here to eat it, and then—”
Lucy, still inches from his face, leaned back with a smile. “Well, we’re already up here, so…”
“But there was going to be ice cream.”
“I don’t care about ice cream.”
“And a picnic.”
“Owen,” she said, laughing.
“And we were going to lie on our backs and stare at the sky and look for stars.”
“There are no stars,” she pointed out, “but we can certainly stare at the sky.”
He gave her a helpless look. “But I had all these plans.…”
“It’s okay,” she said, taking his hand again. “This is better.”