I just gawk at the monstrous projector screen in front of us, a table is sat up a little way in front of it with covered plates for what I assume is dinner. Fireflies dance around the tall grass as twilight sets in. It looks like a set from a movie, not something someone does in real life. Much less for someone you’ve been dating for less than a month, “Wait, you made this?” This is husband stuff. Let you put it in my butt level sweet.
