They stared up at the stars that night, their futures before them, though they did not know it. She put on her lip gloss, as she was wont to do, and he, with nothing to do, thought for a moment. His future came to his mind, unbidden, and to him a thought occurred.
She put away her lip gloss, leaned back into the crook of his arm, and rested against him, to stare back up at the sky. But then, spontaneous as couples are wont to be, they kissed briefly, then felt silly for doing only that, but resumed staring up at the sky.
He could not leave his thought unspoken any longer. "Hey, tomorrow, do you suppose that we could try it without the lip gloss?"
"Huh?" she asked. "But, it's your favorite flavor."
"I know," he said, before she filled in, but then he needed to fill in. "But, could we just try without it, anyway?"
"Sure," she said with a smirk, "tomorrow."
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