~ Nuit Étoilée (Starry Night) by Annick Goutal ~
“Let’s go out for a walk! It’s a beautiful night and the stars are shining bright.”
“But you should brush your teeth first. Please.”
He came back smelling refreshed and minty, and smiling.
They walked for about thirty minutes without talking to each other, and no emotions were exchanged. They found a bench and sat down. He started looking around for some pretty flowers; may be he could pick one and present it to her to make the evening more romantic, but all he saw were pine trees and fir and some boring looking wild flowers that smelled herbal.
“Let’s go. I’m bored,” she said.
“Let’s stay for a while. We can count the stars!”
There’s only one star in the sky.