Blacktail Deer Plateau so fill up your lungs and just run.

Call him stupid or ignorant, or simply narrow-minded; whatever you chose to call him it was true he didn't have the most minimal idea of what they were there for, laying side by side with their eyes pointing to the sky. Was she waiting for the million diamonds lined on the dark canvas of the sky to start some kinf of dance? Finn had never been one to admire his surroundings, or at least not as closely as his father.

Then as he melted his olive eyes in the chololately sea of her orbs she cut the moment's wings and rubbed the attempt to flirt with her off her face. A little rush of air exited his lips in the form of a sigh, hadn't she seen the sparkle in his eyes, was she blind to the charm they shared or was it just in his mind. He didn't have time to decide before she spoke again, her voice pulling him in again.

He blinked at her with a blank expression, he noted the tone of frustration lined with her words, would she fast-forward this moment? The one Finn would give anything to freeze and live in forever?
Waiting for the sun?, he guessed wildly, his gaze not faltering for a moment.