As the moon hung low in the velvet night, casting a gentle glow over the quiet street, Lucy and Tom found themselves wrapped in a blanket on the balcony, a world away from everyone else. The air was cool, but their closeness provided all the warmth they needed.

"Lucy, do you ever think the stars are messages of love from the universe?" Tom whispered, his gaze locked with hers under the starlit sky. His voice was soft, almost blending with the night's symphony of distant sounds.

Lucy turned to look at him, her eyes reflecting the twinkling lights above. "I like that thought," she replied, her voice equally hushed. "Like secret notes, written just for us to find."

Tom's hand found hers under the blanket, fingers intertwining naturally. "Every time I look up at them, I think of us, of this moment," he said. "It feels like they've been waiting to tell their story, our story."