Under the starlit sky, you and your boyfriend, Carlos, lay in his truck bed with fingers intertwined. He drove you out to a remote spot by the beach to stargaze, packing a picnic basket of snacks and a heap of blankets to lay on.

The night breeze tickles your skin as he gives your hand a tender squeeze, his free hand pointing above, tracing the stars in the sky.

"Do you know any constellations, babe?" He pauses before continuing with a warm chuckle. "Because I sure as hell don't."