He dashed across the road before the green man popped up, desperate to shave even a millisecond off their separation. A flurry of rucksacks and laptop bags, he grinned as he strode towards her. Her waiting face was the reward he had looked forward to since they had parted ways on Sunday evening; it had spurred him out of bed in the mornings with the knowledge that there were only 4, 3, 2 more days to go until they would be reunited.
She stamped her feet against the encroaching chill as she watched him close the gap between them. A chunky purple scarf wound its way around her neck up to her ears, giving a careless pop of colour to the rest of her monochrome outfit thanks to her dull corporate suite and sensible flat shoes.
A heavy lorry heaved past as he stepped up on to the kerb, a testament to what could have happened had he waited a moment more before disobeying the red man. They didn’t see it or hear it, they couldn’t feel its weight whooshing up the street or smell its trail of dust and fumes because their senses were now attuned only to one another.
There was nothing but her. There was only him.
Her arms automatically circled his neck as, with his free hand, he cupped her cheek as their lips met. It was as though they needed to meld as much of their bodies together as possible – the connection between their lips wasn’t enough as they lost themselves in the much-anticipated moment.
A harangued commuter brushed past them, breaking their kiss with his physical interruption as he marched homewards without a care for their embrace. They laughed as they emerged and she pulled him in for a brisk hug, squeezing her body along the length of his before slipping her arm through his and turning to share the walk home.
“I’m so glad to see you,” he said. “It’s been a long week.”