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[wither_wilt]

One of the things that will never get old for Salah is the view of the sky without all the light pollution. He's spent most of his life in cities with heavy smog. Stars should always be celebrated! They are so shiny

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[applepieless]

Beth looks up, and frowns a little, "We can call it first star on the right, how about that?"

She's crossed her arms over her chest, dress moving in the slight breeze. She's used to stars.

[wither_wilt]

Salah looks down and grins even more.

"Well, this view is even better." He hooks a finger in the front V of her dress and tugs her forward slightly. Class, thy name is Salah. "Cold?" he asks.

[applepieless]

Beth swats at his hand.

"You are incorrigible!" she says, moving forward to avoid being exposed.

Glaring at him, she says, "I could use a jacket."

[wither_wilt]

That grin has no lessened a bit.

"Everyone says that."

"You know, you've got to tell me. Why do women always wear the little gauzy dresses out in cold? Is it some sort of damsel trick? A test?" He toys with his collar for a moment before finally shrugging off his leather jacket and slipping it over Beth's shoulders. He tugs his cigarette from his mouth and grins again. "You just want my jacket. It's okay, everyone always does."