Emile and Chantelle were on their way to visit Stephen and Mal to celebrate their first anniversary. Emile was being his usual, goofy self, but Chantelle was being oddly quiet and unresponsive. When they arrived at Stephen's place, Emile's curiosity about, and concern for, the love of his life had become far too great. "Hey, Chantelle? is there something wrong?" He asked. "No. I-it's nothing." Emile could tell that there was something that was eating at her. There was something on her mind.
Later that night, he asked her again. "I thought I already told you. It's nothing." She said. "Chantelle, I know that there's something on your mind. Please tell me, Chantelle." She caved and said, "I've been thinking. What are we? Are we getting anywhere? Is this ever gonna worm out? I just don't know..." As her eyes began to mist up and tear up, Emile grabbed her hand gently, and said, "I don't know either. But let's take it day-by-day. For now, let's just look at eh stars." "But there aren't any