They lay on the hilltop, staring up at the sky. The summer night was warm, but not hot. The sky was perfectly clear, and the new moon meant an unobstructed view of the stars. They were far enough out, not even the light of the city diminished their view.

“You know,” she said, “staring up at the stars like this really gets you thinking.”

“I know what you mean,” he said. “What do you think about on nights like this?”

“I think about how amazing the universe truly is,” she replied. “I think about the billions of stars out there. I wonder how many of them have planets. And how many of those planets have life on them.

“I think about the age of the universe. I look at what humanity has achieved in its time here on Earth, a mere few million years, and wonder what a species that’s had billions of years could have accomplished.

“What do you think about?” she asked.

“I think about if you’ll late me take pictures of you naked.”

As the pain in his groin subsided, he watched her drive off, leaving him to walk home.