In the midst of a bon­fire con­tained by stones, the flames dance hun­gri­ly, rem­i­nis­cent of the nar­ra­tor’s trou­bled thoughts about a past house on Fred­er­ick Street and old mem­o­ries. The heat affects her phys­i­cal­ly and emo­tion­al­ly, mak­ing her feel as if she her­self is ablaze. Liam, a com­fort­ing pres­ence, notices her dis­com­fort and offers sup­port. His atten­tion draws her away from the eerie thoughts as they con­sid­er leav­ing the gath­er­ing.

Their attempt to escape is thwart­ed by the com­ments of Liam’s friends, who mock­ing­ly label them as “love­birds.” Despite the jibes, Liam reas­sures her and they decide to leave, but the air is chilly and the ten­sion from the pre­vi­ous exchange lingers. As they get into his car, they wish to dri­ve around instead of head­ing direct­ly home.

On the dark roads, illu­mi­nat­ed only by head­lights, they share a spon­ta­neous moment, pulling over to a seclud­ed lot sur­round­ed by trees. The air is thick with antic­i­pa­tion, lead­ing them to a hes­i­tant yet elec­tric first kiss. Com­fort turns to awk­ward­ness as phys­i­cal inti­ma­cy devel­ops, but bound­aries are respect­ed when Leighton express­es her dis­com­fort. They shift their loca­tion to the car’s hood, where they attempt to recon­nect over the peace­ful­ness of nature around them.

As they lie back, they spot satel­lites mov­ing across the sky, lead­ing to play­ful com­pe­ti­tion between them. Liam’s casu­al charm makes her feel at ease, and as the night pro­gress­es, they share heart­felt moments. Even­tu­al­ly, Liam offers to take her home, mark­ing a shift in their rela­tion­ship dynam­ic when he agrees to what­ev­er she wants.

The evening ends with a ten­der kiss that aligns with the nar­ra­tor’s expec­ta­tions of their first kiss. Yet, as they part ways, doubt creeps in, mak­ing her wish for more time spent togeth­er away from pry­ing eyes. She climbs out of his car, filled with con­flict­ing emo­tions, hop­ing for future encoun­ters that defy their cur­rent real­i­ty.