"Really? Can I?" He stepped up a little closer to her. He smelled like crushed pine needles and a kind of fresh air that smelled sweet, like drying grass. Despite his appearance, he couldn't be less urban. He reached up and dragged his fingertips over the sky, as she had done. A classic rock guitar chord thrummed hard through the entire world around them, shaking loose leaves and crumbling ground. "Rock."