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Hawking.”
    “Alright, 20 questions. Go,” she commands.
    “Whoa, bossy,” I joke. “Alright, favorite color?”
    “Green.”
    “Favorite season?”
    “Spring. There’s something that just feels so good about stepping outside in flip flops and a tee shirt after a long winter.” she sighs contentedly at the thought. I have the urge to reach over and entwine our fingers, but I know that would definitely be ‘date’ behavior, so I resist.
    “Any pets growing up?”
    “No.” A sad look passes over her features. I want to ask more about her childhood but, truth be told, I’m scared. What if I do and she pulls away or shuts down?
    “I always wanted a dog. One day I am going to get a dog.”
    “What kind of dog?” I can’t see her as a small dog person.
    “I’ve always loved golden retrievers.” The sad look from before is replaced with a far-away, dreamy look. I want to make her look like that more often. “Do you like dogs?”
    “I love dogs. I had a German shepherd growing up. He was an amazing, loyal dog.”
    “So, where are we going? You’re not taking me out to the middle of nowhere to murder me are you?” she asks playfully.
    “Not to murder you,” I assure her. “But, I am taking you out to the middle of nowhere. I packed a picnic and I thought we’d go eat under the stars.” I run a hand through my hair, bracing for her rebuff.
    She twists in her seat to look at me better, her lips parted in surprise.
    “That’s amazing,” she whispers.
    “It’s no big deal.” I try to shrug it off. “I love star-gazing, I thought you might enjoy doing it with me.”
    “I like that idea.”
    We drive in silence for a few minutes before we reach my usual spot. I’ve come out here a lot to stargaze. This is the first time I’ve brought someone along though.
    “Don’t move,” I instruct as I get out of the car and rush around the other side. I pull open her door while she looks at me skeptically.
    “Why wasn’t I supposed to move?” she asks.
    “Because my mama raised me to open the door for a lady. I got the impression that you aren’t used to that type of thing and wouldn’t wait for me to get around the car to get your door. Couldn’t let you dishonor my momma, now could I?” she looks up at me with surprise written across her face. “What?”
    “No one has ever called me a ‘lady’ before. It was nice.” The pure smile she gave me nearly stopped me in my tracks. I reach for her hand and help her out of the car before rushing around to the trunk to grab the picnic basket and blanket.

    Once we’re comfortable, laid out at the top of the hill, I reach for the picnic basket I’d packed and hand her a sandwich.
    “It’s beautiful up here,” she says, gazing at the stars in awe.
    “I like coming up here when I feel upset or overwhelmed, because being under all of these stars makes everything feel insignificant. I kind of like it.”
    She laughs and takes a bite of her sandwich.
    “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of strange?”
    “All the time darlin’.”
    We eat in silence for a few minutes, just watching the stars.
    “I’m going to paint this when I get home,” she whispers as she lays back on the blanket.
    “So why study business when art is your passion?”
    She shrugs and I don’t think she’s going to answer my question. Then she lets out a sigh and turns to face me.
    “Nikki told me I should major in something practical and just keep art as a hobby,” she explains. “It’s not like I can make any money with my art.”
    “Your art is amazing, you could sell it at a gallery,” I insist. She shakes her head.
    “No. Nobody wants my pieces.” And with that the subject was closed.
    “So why did you change your mind about hanging out with me?”
    “I didn’t. You asked me on a date. I didn’t agree to a date, I only agreed to hang out,” she clarifies.
    “So is this like a try out then? If this goes well, you’ll go on a date with me?” I ask