Page 67 of Autumn at the Oak Leaf Café

Madeline leaned her head on his shoulder. He was taller than her, but not by much. His head tilted to rest against hers.

‘I’m glad I met you,’ he said.

‘Happy autumn,’ Madeline replied. ‘I’m glad I met you, too.’

‘What do you want for Christmas?’

‘A rest.’

‘Yeah, me too. How about we take one together?’

Madeline’s heart wouldn’t behave. She waited a few seconds before saying, ‘Sounds good.’

Darren slowly turned until he was facing her. Then, holding both her hands in his, he leaned forwards.

Moonlight shone down on them. A flutter of leaves fell all around. Madeline felt her lips touch Darren’s, and for now, whatever else the world held for them, it was on hold. There was only this moment.

And it was really rather pleasant indeed.

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