Jane McCain said she's made up her mind.
Allen Rivera examined her for a moment, then asked again to confirm, "A formal relationship with the intent of marriage?"
Jane's face turned even redder, and she softly replied, "Mm."
Allen's eyes showed a hint of a smile. He looked at her for a moment and then asked, "Dinner together tomorrow?"
"Mm, okay." Jane nodded.
She had so much to say, but in front of him, her words became scarce.
Having confirmed their relationship and agreed to have dinner together tomorrow, it seemed like it was time to say goodbye.
They looked at each other, neither of them speaking.
The silence was warm and a bit awkward.
Allen leaned in close, hesitating with caution, his movements slow.
Jane couldn't endure it any longer. She lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together, thinking: Is he going to kiss me?
Should I close my eyes?
…How embarrassing.
All the shyness of her life seemed to be used up on Allen Rivera.
Finally, his kiss landed softly.
