getting ready to leave, pink coat and baggage in hand. running to meet up with her friends, her boyfriend, walking through the space between the escalators. he steps out - a cross between jess from gilmore girls and the cute diner guy who wears metallica shirts.
you still with him? he asks
no. I mean, yes. I am, but... i'm going to college in the fall and, well...
you should have been with me. when I had the chance, I should have...I didn't even get to kiss you...
what's stopping you then?
he glances around for people who care, but they're lost in the crowd. he steps closer and kisses her on the edge of her lip. chaste. she pulls back surprised. she kisses him back, the right corner of his mouth. he takes her hands and pulls her around to the other side of the pediment, unnoticed.
We can't, she says
I know, he says
they kiss in secret, they kiss in a stolen season. she looks up and see's the boyfriend on the mezzanine, a concerned look above a graphic white trench coat. they stop and compose themselves before his eyes catch them, platonic.
he looks at her one more time. the pink coat, the vulnerability.
he doesn't love you like I would

ash @ 10:40 PM