We kissed on the roundabout. It was dark, and we were lit by the orange glow reflected off the puddles on the roads. He was very practical. We were walking the several miles home. Saved on the taxi, and I didn’t complain, it was longer awake, around, with him.

The rain was soft, heavy, but soft, and the sound of the song “Clark Gable” was ringing in my mind. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me, in the middle, on the island in the middle of the road. I kissed him then, but it was more than a kiss, it was me willing us into a Happy Ending.

No cars, just rain, empty streets, orange light, and us on an island in the middle of the road.

He looked confused, and then we walked on.