Starry, starry night..

He stood in the darkness, shoulders hunched, hands thrust deep into his pockets. He turned his face away from the direction of the crowd, lest the light from the solitary hurricane lamp gave away his presence. He'd been patiently waiting for a while now, seeing the crowd pass by him; some excited, some in chatter. He had chosen this spot, next to a small crowd waiting for the rest of his entourage. He pretended to be part of the crowd, standing close, but not close enough to make the crowd wary.
He saw her pass by. She walked hurriedly, clutching her purse, eyes looking ahead for something. He smiled as he realized she didn't see him and started to walk towards her. He continued walking, making his way past the thickening crowd as they began to form the queue; and he continued walking as he saw her stop in the queue, opened her purse and fumbled for her ticket. He slowed his pace considerably and quietly stood behind her as he waited for the guide to let them through. She turned as if to look for someone, and he quickly turned his face away. He would not want for her to see him. Yet.
The crowd in the queue began to swell, and he sidled up to her quietly. She turned to him with a gasp as he slid his hand into hers, her other hand immediately covering her mouth as her eyes recognized him. She grasped his hand firmly as he fought the urge to kiss her in the crowd.
They walked down to the pontoon in silence, pretending to be strangers. They quietly climbed into the boat as it grazed the pontoon, water slapping the sides of the boat. And they moved to the very back of the boat, as the others began to pile in.
The boat pushed off the pontoon, out into the darkness and as the shadows fell on them, he held her arm as she turned and kissed him with a long lingering kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair and stroked the sides of his face not believing that it was him in front of her. Together, in the darkness, underneath the cloudless, star sprinkled sky, he sat with his arms around her, her hands in his. Amidst the rythmic splash of the oars, oblivious to the rest, they floated gently down the river. In the brief moment that seemed to last forever, they cuddled, they kissed; they filled in each other's life with their whispers.
In that brief moment, their lives were one, their love shared. And it was only reluctantly they had to let go, because the boat ride had ended, and the glow of the hurricane lamp from the pier cast its light slowly towards them. And they climbed out of the boat, onto the pier, two strangers once again, back to their separate lives.