She really didn't want to leave, but her ride insisted. He was something she found herself enjoying, perhaps even wanting a little. There were some soft and civil words, before she gave him a quick kiss, leaving him pleasantly shocked with the taste of wine on his lips.
He went for a walk whilst his head swam. It was really a shame she left so quickly. Certainly, such things are cute in the movies, those dramatic exits, but he wanted her to stay.
It was a pleasant surprise to see her talking to one of his friends...
The initial reaction seemed less than favorable. She looked shocked. Said it was not expected. The word hate came up in conversation, though her eyes betrayed that statement. Perhaps more would have been said, but she saw her ride dashing out the door.
"What are we going to do?" She asked, leaning closer, not but a breath and a heartbeat away.
"I don't know," he replied. "But I think we're doomed."
Their lips met again. Softly, at first, then their tongues touched. An enchanted moment. It could be said that here is where the trouble starts.
But it ended too quickly. It always does. He watched her walk away, disappearing into the crowds and out the door, licking the taste of wine from his lips.