search for a perfect moment somewhere beyond the one we were standing in. There were cars passing, someone struggling with a stroller across the street, a delivery driver leaning on a horn. None of it prevented me from knowing what I wanted.
“I’d really like to kiss you,” I said.
Her smile softened.
“I was hoping you’d figure that out.”
I stepped closer and rested my free hand at her waist. She met me halfway. The kiss was gentle and warm, her fingers tightening around mine while her other hand
