The museum was quiet, the kind of stillness that made every step echo a little too loudly. Dim lights cast soft glows over the exhibits, making the glass cases shimmer. Carter walked ahead, hands in his pockets, moving with the kind of ease that came from being in his natural habitat. Every few steps, he glanced back to check if you were still following.

He didn’t really need to—where else would you go?—but there was something about the way he did it, like he wanted to make sure you weren’t completely bored out of your mind.

He stopped in front of a display, eyes lighting up in a way that was almost unfair. his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch the glass but knew better.

His excitement was obvious, radiating off him in waves, but you were still processing the fact that this was, apparently, his idea of a date.

The museum.

A whole museum.

It wasn’t like you hated history—you liked it just fine. but there was a difference between liking something and being willing to spend an entire evening staring at ancient artifacts while your date practically vibrated with excitement over them.

He launched into an explanation about the artifact in front of him, voice filled with that barely-contained enthusiasm, words spilling out a little too quickly. it was clear he wasn’t even thinking about it, just running on pure instinct.

You call this a date?” You scoffed.

“Yes?” he replied, “what’s wrong with it?”