She smiles and laughs. “A date. You know… dinner, movie, a trip to the beach. That kind of thing.”
I smile back at her, a little shocked and feeling overwhelmingly happy. “Just tell me when,” I reply, knowing that playing hard-to-get isn’t the right move for this moment. I don’t want her doubting things. Ever again.
“Tomorrow night,” she replies, her voice dropping as people continue to file past us.
I’m taken back several years at her response. “And what if I have plans tomorrow?” I reply, the grin on my face on the verge of cracking my face in half.
She shrugs and inches closer to me. “Do I sound like a dick if I say you’ll make sure you don’t have plans tomorrow?”
I huff out a laugh and draw her in for a kiss. Then break away.
“Go! Everyone’s almost gone,” I say. “I’ll see you after.”
She just smiles, kisses me again, places a hand on her cap and runs off in the opposite direction, her black cape billowing behind her.
