[ His choice of words was intentional; ever bit of this evening was, actually, and he was all too happy to see her in higher spirits. It was as if he felt lighter, and soon enough, he would be able to share that feeling.
Opening the door and stepping in, he turned to guide her in with a gentle pull of her hand. Then standing behind her, hands on her shoulders, he leans over. ] Okay, Lacus.
[ The scene was almost exactly as it was that night, with the simulated stars shining brightly above, and the dark mat with match lights mimicking their brethren. The cushion was off to the side, however, cradling a small grey music player.
Off to one corner, with chairs turned to face toward the edge, was a simple triangular table with a checkered tablecloth. It was set with a pair of unlit candles, two covered plates, silverware, and what looked to be a champagne bottle in a jar of ice, with fluted glasses nearby.
There was a void in the center of the rooftop, where a wide exercise mat had been set so that the floor was even and there would be no tripping over creases or wires, later. ]