Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
Lyle's demeanor changed. He went from thinking perverted thoughts (it was written all over his face) to thinking about something she couldn't decipher. What was going on in that head of his? He hadn't spoken a word to her all night, yet the silence seemed more obvious now. The way he held her, that little sigh, it spoke volumes. Something was troubling him.
Without much warning, Frankie pulled away from him and took hold of his hand. "I wanna see the lights outside." She gave him a tug to come with her. While she appreciated the warmth inside the museum, the twinkle lights decorating the vegetation outside needed to be admired up close. She'd put up with the cold for a few minutes to enjoy them. Besides, it seemed like Lyle maybe needed a breather. "Aren't they beautiful? I've pictured what my wedding would look like a million and one times, but I never would have thought about an art museum. It's clever and lovely. The little lights make it all sparkle."