A Tense Grey Cat Lay Very Low, Sneaking Slowly, Contemplating a Pounce

He knew in his mind that he had made the right decision. Asking her if she wanted to skip dessert in the restaurant and get a nice cake from Tesco to take up on the walls was a good idea, even if she had looked at him like he was a not-right at first. Now, here they were, bellies full of good eats and eyes full of the beauty of the stars, not talking because nothing needed to be said. He leant against the wall and she cuddled up to him, sliding their hands into each other’s pockets for warmth. Nothing could ruin this moment.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he asked coyly, already knowing the answer but wanting to seem polite.

‘No.’

 

Chris Moriarty