Cuddling up to him is second nature. His arm is a warm weight around her. The sounds of people cheering are far off and for all the people stopped around them to do precisely the same thing, they could be entirely alone as far as she's concerned. Only when it dies down does she tilt her head up to look at him, eyes shining even without the reflection of fireworks in them.

"This place really is beautiful, you know. We should come back. Or get the train to take us back. Maybe when they do this festival again."