Two lovers walked hand in hand on cold autumn's evening. The chill in the air seemingly speeding up the cars; rushing to get somewhere warm. They were lovers, but not for long. Him full of doubt, her full of fear, neither one too old to have given up hope, nor too young to not to be scared. Content, laughs came easy as they gripped each other tighter. Hand in hand, whispered words met smiles as their hearts inched nearer still.

Both poor, this was their night out, their date. A cold bundled walk on some busy streets they knew so well. Headed to that cafe, the one that didn't charge too much for tea. One bag and the biggest cup they had. Both were used to looking for more where they could.

A crossword torn from a paper left behind, tea in hand, they returned into the night.

It wasn't so different from the night they met. Colder, a little darker perhaps, but so similar. That first night still brought flutters. The picnic in the park, followed by drinks in the bar with the terrible service. They didn't dare move, not wanting the date to come to an end. It didn't matter that the grumpy waitress was slow and infrequent, until after she brought the check.

The surprising kiss. How their thoughts kept coming back to that kiss. She seemed taller then, he told her. You were just stooping, she replied. You do that when you meet new people.

He smiled at that thought. She was right, of course.