“Ooh, I haven’t been to a planetarium since I was a little girl! But they won’t have the exhibits open now, will they?”

Jameson helped Prandi with the helmet strap and smiled down at the picture she made, her owl eyes flashing brightly from the shadow of her helmet.

“Well, I happen to know the guy, Tim, who runs the laser light show on Fridays and Saturdays, and I’m sure he’ll let us take a peek. Tonight’s our lucky night – they usually play The Beatles on Fridays.”

“Sounds awesome,” Prandi smiled back at him and Jameson took his seat so she could sit behind him, his stomach contracting with an unexpected surge of butterflies as her arms slid around his waist, holding him tight.

“You ready, Prandi?”

“Ready!”

Then they were off, the cold wind whipping at their coats and the speed making them giddy.

They arrived at the planetarium shortly after 2 AM. When Tim saw them, he waived the entrance fee and let them in. The sticky-sweet strains of “Strawberry Fields” greeted them as they entered the auditorium.