Morrison eventually drove Lilian to a seaside plaza, one of the few designated spots for firework displays.
Lilian had assumed that it would be deserted at this hour of the night, but to her surprise, the place was buzzing with life—grandparents with their grandchildren, couples young and old, families huddled close, all wearing joyful smiles under the winter sky.
They found a quieter corner off to the side.
Morrison popped open the trunk and began unloading an impressive stash of fireworks.
Curious, Lilian peeked over his shoulder and began inspecting the various shapes and colors of the fireworks he'd bought.
She couldn't help but ask,
"What made you think to buy all these?"
Morrison glanced at her, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.
"When your girlfriend is basically a kid, you have to plan accordingly."
Lilian puffed her cheeks in protest.
"Hmph, you make it sound like I'm twelve."
But her heart was warm.
Truth be told, she hadn't had many chances like this.
