[color=f7941d]CELESTE BROWN[/color] - Adam's place -- evening

Adam sighed. He stood, picking up the picture on the small shrine of Pre-War American things and brought it over. "See that woman? According to the writing on the back of it her name was Gladys. She fought for this country, back when it was still whole." He gently took it up and placed it back on the small memorial of Old World things. "It doesn't matter in the long run on the grand scheme of things, but the point I'm getting at it is everything we find has a story. Stories of heroes like hers should be preserved, so we can remember the good of those who came before us. Too many people think like nihilists in this war ravaged world, but I think people like her are reminders we can be good people and make the world better.". 

"Nile Lists, you say?  I've never met one, I don't think," Celeste replied, tapping her nose.

Adam laughed, "That's probably a little more philosophical an answer than you were expecting. But come on, we don't need such heavy thoughts tonight. I have a better idea." Adam stood up, straightening the sweatervest he was wearing, and changed the song playing, waiting for the soft music to play before he turned back to Celeste. 

Celeste felt slightly flushed, unsure if it was the doing of the wine, the situation, or a combination of both.  She took another sip for good measure.

As Peggy Lee began to sing softly in the background Adam smiled, mechanically bending in front of her to extend his hand. "May I have your hand for this dance, Miss?" 

Celeste wiped some curls off her face and accepted his hand.  "Well, sure!"

Adam took Celeste by the hand and escorted her to the middle of the room and they slowly began to dance under the light. His body was warm, even if the ancient threads of the wool of his sweater vest were scratchy on her cheek.  The low lighting combined with the music, and the ambiance of the room made the experience somewhat surreal.  She felt happy.

Adam cleared his throat. "Celeste, I...I've been looking forward to this since you first hit on me, but I was scared to move. You're the first woman to spark desire in my heart for the longest time." Adam leaned his head into her hair, giving a long, gentle kiss to the top of her forehead.

Celeste pulled herself even closer to Adam's body and warmth.  "Oh, Adam," she gushed, "I'm so glad."  She nuzzled her face into his chest and sighed.  "Everyone does have a story.  I heard all kinds of them when I worked with my parents in Niagara Falls."  Celeste squeezed him tight and looked up to his face with a shy smile.  "Now mine includes you, too."  She tilted her head and pushed her lips to meet his in a sweet, gentle kiss.

The song ended, the music player slowly rolling into the next track.  Celeste clutched Adam's hands in hers.  "This has been a wonderful evening, Adam.  It's getting a little late.  Will you walk me back home?"