She rests her chin on her hand, curly red hair glowing soft in the dark. Her eyes look straight at me, not smiling, not hiding, just being. A little green plant sits close, its leaves reaching up like it wants to say hello. She keeps it near, the way I keep quiet things I love. Red dress, cool light, warm thoughts. She feels like the moment right before I speak, when everything is still and full of life. Just her and the plant, keeping each other company in the gentle blue night.