Remembering a cold night, cold beers, sidelong glances through lowered lashes. Green eyes that make butterflies, leaned up against a fireplace waiting. A self-conscious smile and floating through a dark, wet street with a silly grin. Whatever it is and a dance in the dark, realizing that a foot out the door was pulled back in. Long drives and long talks and literal and figurative tsunamis that changed everything. Mountains and moments and knowing nothing would ever be the same.