Nathaniel reached out into the ether and the darkness that surrounded them and his hand returned with Eva’s glasses. Not from the ground, simply from the darkness. He looked through the lens himself, a long-time glasses owner, and visually inspected the frames. “They look fine,” a little dirty, but he had a cleaning wipe in his bag.
“Rest here a minute,” he advised and attempted to slow his breathing against Eva’s body to encourage her to do the same. “We can spend the next month working and figuring out a proper plan,” Nathaniel mused out loud as he held her in the darkness. “I know it won’t be a super moon,” a term someone created only a few years ago to make lunar events seem cool again, “but a full moon will be just fine.”
“I’m impressed by you, Eva.” Professor Zale admitted to her, while he listened to the natural hum of her body.