On that same night.

Benjamin was sitting out under a tree in the backyard, waiting for the moon to come out.

But Riley came up to him first, “What are you doing out here in the cold weather?”

“You’re not going to scream again and put blame on me, are you?” Benjamin took his mobile out and started recording.

“OH, stop it. I’m not that bad,” Riley casually said, sitting next to him and opening the alcohol bottle. She took a sip and gave him the bottle.

“Thanks but no,” he gently pushed the bottle away.

“Why not? Are you afraid that your girlfriend might get mad at you?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“Not in the mood for a drink right now,” Benjamin said, plucking grass off the ground.

“You know,” Riley brought the bottle closer to her mouth and made gestures with her lips, trying to seduce him. “I felt butterflies in my stomach when I first saw you.”

“Love isn’t butterflies in the stomach, though,” Benjamin said. “It’s working your ass off for the one you love. It’s about what you do, not how you f