"Do you usually stargaze?" Wyatt asked.
"Unfotunally not. Tonight is beautiful; I wish I did more," I responded.
I saw Wyatt's hand move closer to mine. I thought nothing of it.
"Do you believe in the 'wishing on a star' superstition?" Wyatt asked.
"Not really. I think it is kind of childish. But I still do it sometimes because I believe that hope is the most powerful magic of all," I said.
My hand moved closer to him.
"Well, let's do something really childish...," Wyatt said as he picked up both of my hands and held them tight.
My face went red.
"Let's wish on a star," Wyatt said, as he points up, "and wish for anything you need to wish about."
"Deal," I said.