Svetlana + Belmont

I think we should go for a walk around the reservoir, hold hands, smoke that hydroponic o-cush we bought in Venice and some Gitanes e-cigarettes (why not?), kiss some more, and then look at the pixelated skyline before the LA horizon becomes a giant swimming pool of fire.  And maybe, just maybe, you can tell me what your hidden smile is about (the one you keep trying to hide every time I talk about this being our last night on earth).  Please tell me you haven't turned into a shameless romantic.  I'm not sure I can deal with that now.