"Happy?" James Black slipped Jane Sampson's hand into his coat pocket and gently massaged it.
Jane instinctively nodded, then hummed and shook her head.
"Just a little," she laughed.
"Ha," James scoffed, "your biggest flaw right now is that you love to lie."
Clearly, her happy tail was about to shoot up to the sky, yet just a little, ha.
Jane's eyes curved, her head gently resting on James's shoulder, reflecting the soft surrounding lights and him.
She looked up at James, about to speak, when James leaned down first and lightly touched the corner of her mouth with a kiss.
It was an intimate gesture, but not a mere dragonfly skimming the water action, touching and leaving immediately.
Instead, it lingered for the moment their lips touched.
A few seconds later, he lifted his head, ending the shallow kiss.
"The bridge is windy, let's go, I'll take you across for a stroll," James, holding the small hand inside his pocket, led her step by step off the bridge.
