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“Psst, hey.”
You turn to Devon, the soft glow of the TV the only light in the living room. You tilt your head and hum a “Hm?”
He practically jumps off the couch, the shared blanket falling off of the cushions and onto the floor. You look up at him and blink.
“Come with me,” He says, holding his hand out for you to grab onto. “I wanna bring you somewhere.”
You reach for your phone in your pockets, checking the time; 10:36. “Now? It’s kinda late, Dev.”
“I know, I know, but…” He has an excited smile on his face. “Just let me show you.” He gestures his still extended hand.
You pause for a moment before agreeing, taking his hand and following him off of the couch. You watch him grab a basket and his keys off of the kitchen counter before heading out the door.
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When he started to slow down the car, it seemed like you were seriously in the middle of nowhere. He must’ve been able to read your facial expression, because he followed with, “I know, just trust me.”
You stepped out of the car and looked up at the stars. You had to admit, the sky looked gorgeous. You had to have been far from downtown, because it was silent other than the chirp of the crickets. Devon then took your hand, leading you forward into the vineyard.
For how dark it was, Devon was surprisingly good at finding where he was going. He turned through the grapevines, looking back at you occasionally to make sure you were keeping up well. His hand never moved from yours.
You finally came to a stop in the middle of a row of vines. It didn’t seem any different than any of the other rows of grapevines, but you didn’t care to question.
You look down to see a cute picnic setup. A soft, off white blanket with several unlit candles on top, along with a metal bowl and his guitar. You giggle, and Devon smiles back.
Devon lowered himself to sit. You followed suit, and he soon scooted closer to you. He took out a baggie of ice from the basket and pours it into the bowl. Two wine glasses and a bottle of wine were next out of the basket. He struggles with the cork on the bottle for a moment before it finally opens with a pop. He pours two glasses and hands you one before placing the bottle into the bowl of ice.
He leans forward to light the candles, which gave a warm glow over the picnic area.
“Well,” He breaks the silence. “I saw tonight was supposed to be nice out with low cloud coverage, so, I thought we could sit out here.” He looks up at the sky before looking back at you.
You smile, leaning on his shoulder. “You’re so sweet.”
He gives a sheepish laugh in response, then wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. You feel a small kiss on the top of your head from him.
He holds out his glass to you. You tap yours against his, the glass giving a cheerful clink. You both take a sip.
He looks up at the sky again. “Isn’t it pretty?”
You whisper, “Yeah.”
“Not as pretty as you.” He added.
You snort, and he follows your laugher.
“You are so cheesy, Devon.” You tease through laughs.
He responds simply, “I know.”
You sigh contently, finding your place back against Devon’s shoulder. He gently rubs your arm with his thumb.
“Hey,” He says, reaching over for his guitar. “Any song requests?”
“Mmm… No, you choose.” You hum.
“Sublime? Third Eye Blind? Bush?” He clicks his tongue, plucking at the strings and adjusting the tune.
“Bush, Everything Zen.” You suggest. You know it’s his favorite.