After dinner they were standing in front of the restaurant . She was holding her valet ticket, and the conversation had gone from effortless to reviewing how good their meals were. Through out the evening he had made her laugh, and felt confident, but now he became aware that he was shifting from side to side thinking of things to say. She moved her hair off her shoulder to turn to find the valet that seemed to be missing. When she came back around, she was standing closer to him. No one else was waiting for their car. He leaned towards her and she put the flat of her hand on his chest. It was a mistake to think so, not here, a second date would have been more fitting, he thought. In his embarrassment, for some reason, he didn’t glance down, the moment not fleeting yet with her it felt new. Then, she stood up on tip-toe and kissed him, before he had a chance to close his eyes. He was about kiss her again, when she dropped her hand and took a slight step to the left. It slipped, and she wanted to put it back? “Let’s not call it a night,” he said. They walked along Sunset Boulevard with no destination in mind.
Daniel Beer 