On the now abandoned stage, Captain Lars and Sadie Killer sit side by side and watch the sun sink into the ocean.
Their pinky fingers touch.
The world feels big enough to swallow them whole.
“You were amazing out there,” Lars says, and his eyes shine with the truth of it. “Seriously. I didn’t know you were such a good singer.”
Sadie bats him lightly on the shoulder, protests.
“Ha, you’re just being nice!”
“Pssh,” he grins, “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She thinks on it.
She tugs on a piece of green hair.