Golden ribbons of sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting the room in the gentle glow of a sleepy Saturday morning. Damian blinked against it, and groggily wondered why he didn 't think to close the curtains over the blinds the night before.

The whole night was something that he wanted to remember forever. He wanted to keep it like a treasure tucked away in his pocket, or a photograph in a locket. Yes, the reporter incident was a bit of a surprise, but it was only five minutes of stress in an otherwise wonderful evening, and the ice cream really

did

help to calm his nerves afterwards.