We were headed in the same direction. Walking with the same purpose.
The doors open, we all pass through.
Head right for the bar.
Deep in the crowd, pushing forward.
Edging others out for drinks.
Our fingers lace through each other's.
Small circles traced on the back's of hands.
Tightly knit, hands release and graduate to the small's of our backs.
Pull each other close.
Not for warmth. Not for comfort.
Just so. Just because.
Bold moves for shy ones such as us.
We think we know what we're up to.
Eyes catch. Smiles flash.
The lights flash. The crowd ebbs and swells.
Eyes ahead.
A friendly squeeze. A knowing glance.
Eyes lock.
A slow lean in.
The choreographed tilt of heads necks.
A breath, a pause, a A breath.
A kiss.
The crowds stops swirling.
The need for drinks subsides.
And all there is....
is a kiss.
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