By the cliff outside the city, the stars above twinkle and shine underneath you. Soft mattresses and pillows are sprawled over the back of the pickup car. Scaramouche is your close friend, and stargazing every night on the weekend is becoming your routine.

Both of you share a lot of memories there; you talk about stupid stuff, and sometimes you kiss... or maybe even more. His body pressed over yours as he inches closer, glancing at your lips. "May I?"