Until Tonight

Before tonight, we’d never spoken. It would be like a needle skipping across vinyl if our eyes met, distracting me too much to be sure about who’s reacting to whom. Flight over flirt every time.

Until tonight. We chat about the weather as we walk to our cars: how wonderful the cool Fall breeze feels after a day in the office and how rare these days have become. He mentions California. The small talk continues until our paths diverge and we say good night. I’m still not sure.

I smile the whole way home.

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