"So are you coming or what?" he asked her impatiently, shoving his hands into his pocket. He glanced off in the other direction, wondering when they could actually leave this place. "This stinking place sucks."
Her face was impassive, motionless and still. He felt like shaking her, shaking her hard, and asking her what did she really see in the sky that were miles above them.
"Stars," she said, as if she could read his mind. He rolled his eyes. "You find blinking lights hundreds of light years away from you fascinating?" She turned her head towards him. "Yes, I do. Don't you see? These stars are so big and bright that they can be seen even hundreds of light years away. Don't you find that amazing?"
"I think it'll be amazing if we could make it on time later."
She sighed, stood up and dusted the dried grass off her skirt.
"Finally!" he snorted. "After hundreds of light years, you're ready to leave!"
Guys, she thought, pursing her lips together.
Girls, he thought, sighing and moving forward fast.