First meeting
She reminded him of a singer in a band he knew in his youth. He never realized till now, he still carried that crush.
At the cafe table, they shared a smoke, and watched the rain stream down the window. She drew a face on the glass and then, suddenly sad, rubbed it out, looked away.
“Sorry,” she said, and caught sight of his eyes, and smiled. “Shall we risk it?”
Huddling under a cracked umbrella, they took the risk. Behind the counter, the owner watched them go and locked the door.
No going back.