There was a moment of silence as Rachel trailed off in which she and Mikkel both realized they shared a geeky passion. It was broken with smiles and soft laughs. “It sounds like Sean and Beth are done with their billiard game, ja? I don’t hear any balls knocking together.”<br/><br/>There was another moment of humorous silence, more smiles, more laughs. “I don’t think I said that right in English, ja?” he laughed. “I have a favor to ask, though.” Mike looked at her softly, though with a little more seriousness. Their eyes met under the stars. “Let’s make this our place? Our little thing? There’s always good reason to have an excuse to come up here, ja?” Mikkel was being more cryptic than he intended. “I mean I love it up here, and I don’t mind sharing it. I’m really talking about the astronomy, ja? The charting?”<br/><br/>Although he couldn’t admit he really wasn’t. The fantasy of he and Rachel having sex up here under the stars was racing through his mind, and it was clearly having an effect on his mind putting coherent thoughts together. But it was too soon for that fantasy to play out. He was attracted to Rachel - who wouldn’t be? – but that made him want to slow down. At the same time he remembered watching Sean and Beth slip into the boathouse, and the urges that image provoked were undeniable. Now a similar image came from the silence of a game that could be heard below only moments ago. In order to deny himself those urges once more Mikkel needed some kind of distraction. Thankfully Rachel’s questions still hung close in the warm night air.<br/><br/>“My favorite constellation is Fiskikarlar, the fisherman,” he answered her question, and refocusing his attention to astronomy from Rachel’s alluring femininity, to the extent that was possible. “It is the Norse name for Orion, the hunter. The Greeks saw him holding a skinned lion, ja? The Norse saw him holding the day’s catch,” he laughed, his supposition backed by nothing empirical.