Coconut Grove I got my head out the sunroof, I'm blastin' our favorite tunes

Last for me, I'm so looking forward to writing more of these two <3

Outta our damn minds.
There was something terribly romantic about the notion. Reverie glanced shyly at Boone, studying him again, and this time she felt she truly saw him as he was.
If she was honest with herself, she didn't want to; easier to see him as a role filled in her life, the framework of a familiar routine, but he was more than that. A man with kind eyes and an honest voice, a man just as lost as she was and reaching just as desperately for the warmth sparking between them. Impulsively she reached out, pressing a paw against his with the faint hope that he would understand. Sounds like a plan, Reverie agreed softly, and under those words lurked everything she would not say: that whatever he saw in her, whatever he felt when their eyes met, she felt it too. It was real, and as long as he wanted it as much as she did, Reverie wouldn't flinch from this.
She wouldn't make the same mistakes again.