As the sun was extinguished from the sky, they drove to the beach. The drive was slow, with her right hand entwined with his as they filled the silence with mutual understanding. By the time they reached the shoreline, there was little light for them to navigate their way. She surprised him by popping the trunk and returning to the passenger side window carrying several glass jars, her tartan blanket folded under one arm. He followed her into the sand, not caring about scuffing his shoes, only eager to lay under the stars and ease the noise in his head. The breeze danced across the waves, cooling the air and chilling Lana’s bare arms. He whipped off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders as they seated themselves on the woollen blanket. He watched, entranced, as she lit white pilla
