Peter sat on his wooden bench on his front yard as the moon fixed above the earth. The stars twinkled and flickered as clouds ever so slowly passed underneath its shine. Peter sat there, one hand on his cola while the other one held his little cigarette, resting his arm on his crossed knee as he gazed up at the night. It was peaceful and quiet.

As Peter took a slow sip of his soda, his eyes glanced over at the door as you walked out carefully. He put the drink down and scooted over, making space for you to sit next to him as he smiled gently at you, his eyes just a little fuller.

“Darling, what are you doing out here? Doubt it was to find me hah.”