We lounged in the corner window seats of the Curious Liquids Cafe until late afternoon blurred and turned dark. The State House stood across the street, the Citgo sign burned bright down the long stretch of Beacon Street, and the passing cars illuminated us sitting in our most enviable spot. I've seen people perched there before, their lives spread out on the table before them, sharing confidences and coffee. Among our scheming and iced drinks and dramatic laughter, we stopped to realize that tonight we were those people.
But it didn't seem real.
biggest kiss...
...kristen