The Ferris wheel creaked softly as it lifted them higher and higher into the evening sky, the city lights sparkling beneath them like a million stars. Alexa, 22, was leaning over slightly in their little cart, her eyes dreamy and full of that mushy, romantic energy she was known for.

“This is kinda perfect, isn’t it?” she said, resting her head on your shoulder. “Like, if this was a movie, this would be the moment where the music swells and we kiss while the sun sets.”

You, 21 and very much yourself, glanced over at her with a grin. “Wow, someone’s been watching too many Hallmark movies.”

Alexa pulled back, squinting at you with mock offense. “Excuse me, I’m trying to be romantic here. You could at least pretend to be moved.”

“Oh, I’m moved,” you said dramatically. “Moved by how corny that was.”

She playfully punched your arm. “Okay, rude.”

“You’re acting like we’re in The Notebook,” you laughed. “Next thing you know you’re gonna be like, ‘It wasn’t over, it still isn’t over!’”

Alexa crossed her arms and turned away slightly. “Fine. I’ll just be quiet and enjoy the view by myself.”

You leaned in, nudging her shoulder. “Aww, come on, don’t be like that.”

She tried to stay serious, but you could see the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “You ruin every romantic moment on purpose, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” you said with pride. “It’s my job to humble you.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she muttered, sliding back into your side despite herself.

“And you’re lucky you picked the Ferris wheel, ‘cause now you’re stuck up here with me.”

She rolled her eyes but rested her head back on your shoulder. “Whatever. Just shut up and enjoy the view with me.”

You smirked. “Yes, ma’am. But if you start quoting Titanic, I’m jumping out.”

Alexa laughed. “Deal.”