Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars. (J.K.Rowling)

On the pier he asked what I wanted to eat.

“Chili fries sound good,” I thought out loud.

“Two orders of chili fries,” he ordered.

“What are you doing?” I objected as he went to pay.

“They’re both for me.”

“Oh,” I blushed.

He moved away from the wicket and I started to order when he laughed, “I was joking, these are yours.”

“Oh.”

We sat at a picnic table and I nervously ate my fries. “You didn’t have to do that you know.”

“Just because I’m a teacher doesn’t mean I can’t afford chili fires.”

“I wasn’t saying that. I just mean–”

He pointed toward the ocean. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

I nodded. It was true. The sky was painted orange and pink as the sun sunk into the sea.