She turned on the tap, bent over, and rinsed her face with cold water, washing away the heat of his breath on her face.
"Was it tasty? Was it really that good?"
The next day she had to go to work, and he had the morning off, followed by outpatient services in the afternoon. Finally, there would be a day without seeing him—out of sight, out of mind, as the saying goes...
However, she had no illusions that he wouldn't show up today, and sure enough, his car was waiting for her when she got off work.
Standing from a distance, she pondered the gradually warming weather and could sense something had changed in the air, especially when he rolled down his car window and the setting sun bathed his face. In that moment, the sunlight seemed to fuse with his features.
He frowned slightly, as if to ask, "Why haven't you come over yet?"
Then she slowly approached and got into the car.
