You lift up on your toes to see a little more behind the lush and hat and broad shoulders of people beautiful fireworks in the sky and suddenly strong hands lift you onto someone else's shoulder.

"Is that better?" Cross asks in his usual velvety voice. His arms wrap more comfortably around your hips, placing you on his shoulder. He smiles at you as radiantly as the fireworks are shining in the sky, which is now perfectly visible from above.

"It's so beautiful..." Cross whispers, but for some reason it seems that he is not looking at the colorful sky at all, but into your eyes…