"They are," he answers, though his attention isn't on the sky, but rather on her again. "Perhaps not much longer until they start."

In all honesty, he's in no hurry for the fireworks. Really, he has the prettiest thing in the whole village sitting right next to him. His cheeks darken with a flush that's hard to see in the near-darkness of the hill, but he can't stop himself from reaching out, just gently letting his fingers brush a wisp of her hair. "You should wear your hair down more often."