So, me and my amazing friend Ella (crazyauthor- ) are writing a story together! It's the first romantic-type thing I've ever worked on so... Wish my luck.

Anyway, this is a scene that I scribbled on a napkin at my brother's birthday dinner. It's probably never going to end up published, so I'm putting it here.

ENJOY!

Briar gasped, a hand flying to her mouth in awe.

"It's beautiful," she gasped. Maison smiled, leisurely crossing his arms over the railing and gazing at the cityscape, watching as it melted into forests that gave way to a million stars.

"I suppose it is quite pretty." He smirked at her aghast expression.

"Pretty? No, no. Pretty doesn't cover it. They're... They're..." She continued to struggle for words until Maison laughed, wrapping an arm around her waist. She turned to face him.

"I only meant that," his hands met behind her, "I prefer this view a hundred times more." Briar blushed scarlet.

"You think I'm pretty?" She tugged at a lock of her messy hair.

"No," Maison said, pulling the strand from her probably painful grip. "As you so perfectly put it: 'pretty does not cover it'. I think, that you, Briar _____, are the most magnificent beauty anyone has ever been graced enough to see. And I dearly, dearly hope you never forget it."

Her eyes widened in wonder. Maison wondered if anyone had ever told her just how beautiful she was.

With that painful thought in his mind, Maison leaned in, and kissed her, to the backdrop of the stars.