It was a familiar scene for Isaac and Claire. Them two, standing outside their favorite city pub, bundled in their coats and scarves against the cool evening breeze. The booze in their bellies did what it could to keep them warm.
Isaac fought the urge to run away again. ‘No,’ he thought. ‘Not this time.’ He forced himself to stand firm, holding Claire’s gaze. He was steady, taking her hand and finding comfort against the midnight chill in her soft touch.
Claire’s heart raced around her ribcage. She took quick, uneven breaths, wondering if this would be the moment. ‘It's now or never,’ she thought. The scent of bourbon spilling from Isaac’s lips sent her mind staggering.
The neon sign above showered the two in dreamy waves of cobalt. Time waited for them in that blue reverie. Isaac leaned in. Seizing the moment, Claire closed the distance.
‘Finally.’