Lennon huffs and shakes her head. “Your impossible, you know that?”

Carra turns back to him, grinning. “I didn’t take you for a romantic,” She teases him slightly, then she kisses his cheek. “I like it,” she murmurs, then she turns and leads him to their seats. 

Zenith grunts and groans, struggling. She huffs and giggles awkwardly. “Could you please hand me my clothes? They’re behind your.. left foot.”