First Kiss

I was reminded by Blue Girl's story.

Friday night and I waited to meet a friend for dinner. It was early and the bar was quiet.

Across the room a man and woman shared a table. Coworkers maybe, out at the end of a work week, young, not long out of school. Comfortable with each other, friends. I watched them while I read my book. She told a joke, he laughed. Their drinks came and he raised his and smiled.

My friend was late and I kept watching. Not staring, just watching. They were still laughing, more quietly now. Their right hands on the table, not touching, but close. He leaned in to tell her something. She leaned in to hear. There was a pause, almost unnoticeable. She kissed him.

Quickly, softly, just a brush of the lips. They froze for a moment as the air around them changed forever. He sat back and so did she and then they began talking again, shyly, about something that didn't matter the same way anymore.