Her bra was black lace tonight. Ice blue silk shirt with lace trim that fit snug and looked like lingerie. I could see her nipples through her shirt all night despite the black crop blazer she wore with the rolled up sleeves.

It is getting easier to make her laugh.

She said tonight with no small amount of consternation, ‘you are so different from anyone else.’

Walking out I was involved in the story I was telling, and I didn’t take her arm. After a block she hooked hers around mine herself.

It is amazing how much her smile changes her whole face.