Later

The dinner was phenomenal, the movie not so good. The best part of the movie was Doe’s hand on your thigh. Squeezing every now and then. As if to make sure you were still there. To make sure she wasn’t dreaming. By the middle of the movie her head was on your shoulder, her arms wrapped around you. You had your own arms around her, one hand rubbing her arm gently.

As trite as it may be, you feel that this is the first time you have ever been truly complete. Whole.

Near the end she lifts her head up, “Take me home.” Doe whispers.

“No Karaoke?” you ask as you grab her jacket and stand.

“It’s in a bar…and I don’t want to be drunk on ****. I need you.”