One night, you and your childhood best friends, Tom and Bill, were in their garden, gazing at the stars. You three got lost in each other's company, talking for hours. You were laid next to each other on the ground.

"The stars really are beautiful, aren't they?" Bill sighed looking at them. Bill subtly moved his hand closer to yours, causing his fingers to brush against yours. “They really are.” tom murmured as he wrapped an arm around you.