Arden Finch

"Look at you, ever the optimist," Arden snickered, since it hadn't worked yet.

Though whether it was something about them or a tiny droid stealing the pillows in the night, who could say?

"Is there anything else that you think we should do different?" she asked. "I have no experience with this and you don't, so it's kinda like you said, we're gonna make it up as we go along. But other than kissing and admitting that we have feelings more than friendship, I don't really know what separates being together from just how we've always been."

A pause.

"Okay, also I get to be stupid about your arms in front of you now. That's a change."

Another change? Arden was pushing her plate and milkshake over to his side of the table. Not to share, but because she was getting up to slide into the booth next to him. This seemed like an excellent time for some non-platonic cuddling.