He remembered her brown eyes and black hair.
He remembered their first kiss.
He hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
While waiting to cross the street, he panicked. He didn’t remember if he got her
number. He frantically checked each of his pockets. No number.
No way to contact her.
No way to know if it was just a drunken make-out session or if something more could
have come from it.
William sighed. But she had kissed him. She initiated it. Not him. He smiled.
Nothing like that ever happened before. It felt like it was a dream that had come
true.
She picked him.
And she was attractive.
He picked up the pace after crossing the street. He thought of Melanie, wanting to
get the image of her ingrained into his memory.
Two blocks to go. William felt happier than he had in a long time. Someone had been
attracted to him. Kissed him. The makeup didn’t matter. She kissed him. Even if
they never saw each other again, she chose him, at least for one night.
He promised himself he would remember her for the rest of his life.