"That means a lot, Summer. A lot." That she would wait, that she thought he was worth the wait... and still it was just enough of a push, because while she would... he didn't want her to have to wait forever. He thought she had waited enough for all those things that she wanted, because he wanted them too. And even if they were just out of reach, still, they wouldn't always be. Those things they wanted would be within their grasp, and soon, he hoped.

He didn't get much more of a chance to think about it, though as she looked up at him and he realized she was right. It was dark enough outside now and the music was finishing off. "Seems like it," he smiled down at her, squeezing her fingers before moving to gesture that she sit on the sheet again. He moved to pull over the basket again, finally revealing what he had inside - that bottle of champagne and two flutes. "I thought we could have this just before things started to light up."