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As soon as Taylor has suggested doing something to celebrate his nomination, Ed knew exactly what he wanted to do. The boy had left the hotel soon after they'd spoken, with his wallet and a cigarette lighter in his back pocket. He had two hours to prepare, and he was determined to make this a night that Taylor wouldn't forget for a long time. He'd noticed the park the other day, as he'd walked past it with Tay, and it had looked drab, a lonely swing set and a little round table which sat in the centre of a large patch of grass. Ed had seen it, though, and he'd seen it's potential, and that was the only reason that the boy had marched into the shop and bought every single tealight they had on the shelves.

Candles in hand, Ed made his way around the corner to the park. Looking now, he noticed a small bridge that went over a stream. He smiled, and pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Taylor, wanting to weave the bridge into the night.

"Change of plan; I'll pick you up from the hotel. Wear walking shoes! xx"

Locking the device and slipping it back into his pocket, he set about laying the tealights over the handles of the bridge, and creating a path between them that went over the bridge, around the swingset completely, and right to the table. There were a few left, so he placed them in the center of the table, creating a spiral pattern. The boy checked the time, and it was past five. Just enough time to finish this off. He ran around like a squirrel, lighting all the tealights, finishing with the ones over the bridge.