emma was holding her new sweatshirt in her lap , tracing a finger along the edges of the star , and peter 's mind crept toward nightfall , nudging aside reality-against his better judgment-to consider the kinds of scenes found only in the movies : scenic overlooks and parked cars , a lanky teenager with his arm slung over some girl 's shoulders , the confidence of the lean-in , the big kiss backlit by the hazy white moon .