Chapter 17: The Kiss

| The Kiss |

Friday night, the cold breeze hugged me as I stepped out of the café. The trees shaded some part of the streets as their shadows reflect on it. I put my two hands on the side pocket of my jacket. Winter is fastly approaching. I began to walk.

Linus and I have different end shifts. His out is every six in the evening, while I go home every seven, and sometimes it is eight.

I sighed. Linus again? Until when would I forget that name.

As I walk slowly, I look up in the sky. Stars are twinkling at me with light, mischievously squinting, and saying hello to me. They are like a sly pearl that adorns that dark blue sky and is no less inferior to the bright moon. The night’s aroma pervades the air, covering all the scenery inside. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. The air is filled with sweltering moisture, like a fog. The light from the lamppost is like a night of pearls gilled with