An Encounter

He leaned over the counter and touched her hand gently. She smiled and leaned in closer.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, playfully. “I’m at work.”

He flashed her an impish grin. “I know. I just like you.”

She blushed, casting her gaze at the counter for a brief moment before looking him in the eye. Her face was soft, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. He held her gaze for a moment or two before leaning in and kissing her. She breathed out through her nose as she met his kiss. After a few moments, she pulled back, her eyes still closed. When she opened them, he was grinning at her. She blushed again.

“What?” She asked, almost defensively. He just shook his head all while maintaining that grin. His eyes sparkled fiercely.

“That was excellent,” he said. He stayed at the counter, his hand settled on top of hers. She smirked.

“Well, you’re a little sure of yourself, aren’t you?” She said, pulling her hand out from under his and giving his hand a playful slap. His face fell, and his jaw dropped open.

“What? No…I…I just mean…,” he stammered. It was her turn to grin this time.

“I’m just messing with you,” she said. He breathed out as he stood back, straightening his button-down shirt. He smiled quickly at her.

“Yeah, I knew that,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Listen, when you get off of work, do you want to grab a coffee?”