Hunter sits at the bar sipping on a drink. He's been laughing and chatting with the crew a good twenty minutes already.
A crew member reads the question out loud, “What kind of honeymoon do you envision?”
Hunter chokes on his drink. His jaw slack and his eyes wide. "Honeymoon," Hunter said. "Aren't we putting the carriage before the horse with that one?"
An ice cube melted in his cup as he thought the question through. "I'll admit it, Darling," he said and raised his palms. "I haven't thought about things like that. All I've thought about is whether we could make each other happy. Places are just places. People make memories. So for fudge's sake, we could go to the moon if it made you happy. As long as we're there together, it'd be perfect."
Hunter took a drink, shrugged and said, "So if you just wanted to go home for a while after all this. I'd follow you. A quiet honeymoon in your hometown. Let you unravel and I'll explore the town while we plan the best life for us." He finished his drink and asked the stage crew, "So where's she from anyway?"
A crew member tells him Willow Creek. His eyebrow twitched as he fought to hide his shock. He smiled, a forced gestured and excused himself from the bar.
