There was an easy with Lita that he had never felt before. He never had trouble with feeling confident with girls but right now he didn't even need that. He didn't have to find the right words or be what they expected him to be. He didn't have to try at all. He moved with easily, his fingers intertwined with hers. It felt so right. As he glanced at her the was struck by something that johnny had told him once. That the minute he had met Rhiannon he had known she was the one for him. Was that what he was feeling right now? that intense and complete bond that had formed in that initial moment of eye contact across the bar? he couldn't help but wonder and hope. That sense of hope was probably why he was following this girl he didn't know to places he didn't know.
He glanced up as she they reached the cemetery. He had always wanted to visit the cemeteries of new Orleans but the band's schedule was always too tight. Anyways It was even better with Lita as she moved through the rows without hesitation. She clearly knew this place well. It only confirmed his assumption that she was local to the city. She was right it was defiantly darker here and the voices from the bars around the city faded. he didn't hesitate to follow her up to to the roof of the mausoleum. Was this even legal? he momentarily wondered as he settled on the cold marble. He didn't really care. His eyes moved over her as she sat with her back to him. the light from the moon cast over her features beautiful and he found himself thinking she was far more beautiful than the stars. he pulled his eyes away though as she began to point out different constellations. Grimm had spent almost all his life in overpopulated cities. He had never seen stars like this. he smiled as he laid back on the marble to stare at the sky without craning his neck. He was silent for a while before she spoke again.
"but no less beautiful, I'm sure." he said as he reached her hand again. he tugged gently on her hand to encourage her to lay back on the roof next to him. even when she had, he didn't release her hand. She smiled at her as he looked at her laying next to him. It felt so right, even here in the middle of cemetery.
"So I know your favorite poet. What about your favorite novelist?"