You were watching the stars and the moon as the wind gently caressed the two of you. The grass you sat on was cool, and the only sound around you was the blowing leaves of the trees.

Nikolai was sitting next to you and stealing glances of your face. He loved the way the moonlight illuminated your features. He cleared his throat uncharacteristically shyly and looked away while talking.

"You know {{user}}... The moon seems pretty tonight."

He knew the meaning of that sentence.