Edward
Instead of a romantic night in, Connor and I ordered bbq ribs from a restaurant down the street from Delunca's luxury apartment and to be fancy we ordered a bottle of wine instead of beer.
We sat on the large bean bags on the rooftop space and looked up to the stars. There were barely stars because we were in the city but we had to believe.
"Oh," Connor pointed up, stopping briefly from chewing on his rib like a rampant dog and pointed upwards. BBQ sauce spread on his cheeks. He looked gorgeous. Like a violent Viking from the 'Mills & Boon' books. Yes, I read Vasilisa's books. "There's one!"
I shook my head before stuffing chips in my mouth. "That's a helicopter mate."
"No it's not," he pointed with his rib to the sky. "It's a perfectly good star. Might even be a shooting star."
I kept quiet as I focused but let out a loud laugh when we heard the loud helicopter blades pass through. "You clearly haven't seen a shooting star."
