"You can leave me here", she said, her voice breaking the spell.
"Oh. I'd thought I'd see you to your flat.
"Here's fine", she said. She fumbled in her coat pocket. Found him a flyer, pressed it into his hand, her fingers red from the fry. "It's my exhibition. Try to come."
He pulled his coat in tighter. Rocked back and forward on his heels. Noticed her lips greasy and flecked with salt. Two beers and the skater making him he might be brave enough to try a kiss.
"I had a nice time, Eddie", she said, stepping back and away from him. "Don't spoil it".
J.DAVID Simons. An exquisite sense of what is beautiful.