As the sky lightened, dark blue becoming purple becoming pink, and the birds called overhead, Sylvie allowed herself a moment to simply enjoy. Maybe it hadn't been the weekend she had hoped for, but in the end, something had worked out regardless.

The hope she feels is a tentative thing, tinged with fear, and yet she allows herself to feel it. She doesn't chase it away.

"How romantic," she says and for once she isn't giving him a hard time. In its way, it is romantic. A place all their own.