It was like something out of a cheesy old 80s sci-fi movie; the token moment of romance, assisted by intentionally beautiful, prose-y environments, where the hero and the love interest realize their true feelings for each other and attempt to act on them until they are interrupted by either a conveniently timed call to action or a well meaning but completely oblivious friend.
That was all Eileen ever wanted, and finally, it was what she got.
There were no calls to action either, or distracting acquaintances. It was just her, comfortably wrapped in the arms of her raccoon boyfriend, lying down on the grass looking up at the sky. The park, no