[New Year’s Eve: Hannah & Jeremiah]
Jeremiah did not care overly about smudges on his windows. The ability to have something completely cleaned without any hassle at all was something he'd gotten used to quickly enough. There were aspects of having a fairly never ending bank account that he'd grown used to easily, and other aspects that he still wore a little like someone else's coat - it didn't quite fit right, but then he came by that honestly, maybe. His father, not the one he told everyone about, but the other one, the one he'd only known for a few months really, had a similar sort of way about him. And although his eyes had turned back to the road, checking street signs, looking for the valet parking he'd been told was available, and for which he had the means and ability to take advantage of these days so why wouldn't he?, his lips turned up in a smile.
He liked Hannah's imaginings, they felt like something out of a movie. Sometimes she felt a little like a movie heroine to him. Like his very own Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's, full of whimsy and light and he could see her pulling a mask out of a store, a little paper mask, and running away before she could get caught. And he could see himself doing it with her.
He shook his head slightly, still smiling as he pulled into a circle driveway that was full of cars, and people who were exiting vehicles - some quite more fancy than his own - all in fancy dress. "I do think we should be bright like fairy lights, but fireworks are bright and loud and pop and then are gone, and I want this evening to last beyond the toll of midnight, no Cinderella's glass slipper for us, so maybe..." he dropped off in thought, hand half extended as he waited, waited for the car in front of him to move forward. "Like, a symphony maybe. Loud like a symphony, and it'll play all the melodies, and are ears will ring with them, and our heart vibrate just a little, and when we leave it won't technically be playing any more, but it'll be here," he touched his forehead, and then his heart. "And here. And it'll stay with us through into 2019, even if only for a day or two more."
They moved, and a uniformed man was asking for Jeremiah's key, and he got out, reaching for his coat, before he came around to open Hannah's door and hold it open for her, because old, romantic movies might not be real, but he could find romance and twirl it around in his fingers, and he sensed that Hannah liked it, and if he were honest, so did he. It came naturally, as natural as the curls he'd smoothed back with gel.
"We'll dance forever," he whispered in her ear, as he offered her his hand. "All night long if you want it, because I want to dance too. And I think dancing between bistro tables is a dream for Paris, or maybe somewhere in Italy, I don't know, I've never been either place, so I could be wrong on both counts, but it feels like something for Paris, doesn't it?"