She can see the street, orange. That's the familiar street lamp, she's finally home.
As she steps out of the car, she can feel the winter wind whipping her hair, almost abrasively. It's a cold night. She just wants to get into the building now.
'Hey', he holds her back. She turns to him with question and the next thing she knows is he's reaching to her cheeks. 1 peck on each side. Firm and, weird.
'That's part of the process', he tries to explain but it sounds more like a murmur, he's as nervous as she's a bit choked at what's jus happened. It's an awkward of seconds.
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