When you got to Gibsie’s house, you were already nervous. It was only your second official date, but it felt… bigger than that. He greeted you with his usual wide grin, arms wrapping around you in that dramatic, exaggerated hug he always did—except this time, the nervous little squeeze at the end gave him away.

For the first while, you stayed inside, chatting in his living room, laughing at the ridiculous snacks he claimed were “classy date food.” (You weren’t sure how Doritos and a two-litre bottle of Coke fit the brief, but you didn’t mind.)

Then, out of nowhere, he leaned back on the couch, grinning like he was up to something. “You wanna come outside on the trampoline?"

Suspicious, but curious, you followed him through the back door. The sight that greeted you stopped you dead in your tracks.

His trampoline—normally just a big black circle at the end of the garden—was covered in pillows and blankets, fairy lights strung around the edges like a glowing halo. It looked like something out of a dream.

You turned to him, wide-eyed. “Gibsie…”

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy in a way you didn’t see often. “So, uh… I may have done a bit of research. Apparently, there’s a meteor shower tonight. Thought it might be a decent excuse to convince you to watch the stars with me.”