They’re sitting outside on a park bench.
I can see them through the window
so I guess I’m spying, sort of.
He’s leaning in, left leg crossed over right in her direction. His arm is reaching around her, thumb brushing her bare upper arm, eyes scanning her face, Heart on the line.
She is stiff, straight as a stalwart tree with just a slight, very slight tilt.
Away.
He doesn’t notice. Or he does. And he doubles down by gently bending in to kiss her cheek.
She receives it like a too-long hug from an acquaintance.
Her mouth flashes a smile and I’m far away but close enough to see it’s a grimace.
She stands, he stands, and they walk away.
She walks briskly.