You and your boyfriend Leo Valdez were laughing hysterically. You were out on the roof of your house, struggling to see each other in the dark night. It was raining, too, but you didn’t care. As drops hit the roof and you and him and your red solo cups of beer, you were looking up at the stars and pointing out constellations that didn’t actually exist.

“Look! That one’s The Beaver!” Leo laughed.