You have to.

You can’t resist. Your lips lock together and her tongue invades your mouth for a few flittering moments before she breaks the kiss, pulling your lower lip with her teeth for just an instant to make the kiss last just a bit longer. “Nina silly, you broke up with me remember. Keep this up and I’m moving back in.” A flood of memories of the two of you fighting, passionate love making, and living together for the better part of a year before you fully remember deciding the two of you were better friends than lovers.

“I know I’m sorry, it has just been a really odd day.” You say stepping back out of her embrace.

“Don’t fret love. We both know how that story ends.” She scoops up your purse for you. “Let’s get some food in you and you can tell me how the photo shoot went.”

The two of you spend the rest of the day shopping and getting caught up with each other’s lives over the last few months while you were in Paris. Talking to her helps shake the cobwebs out of your head and the memories of your life flow back in. You got a great opportunity to take all the photos of several major fashion events for a magazine as well as their growing online presence that netted you just over a hundred grand for only three months of work. Now back in New York you have just settled in to your new apartment and have two weeks till you fly to India for a three day photography job. It only pays twenty thousand, but it sounds fun. As you talk about this you also remember that you really took the job because it will allow you to look in on a rumor of a magic box that the locals say can open a gate to some other dimension.

The two of you finally call it a night and you yawn. The only decision now is to take a cab or just hop on the subway. Either way home is about 20 minutes away.