familiar tune playing on a radio somewhere; there was a melodious humming along with it.

I walked to Tyler’s kitchen he looked up from his food and to a plate of sandwiches and said, “I hope you like bacon, and there’s ketchup in the fridge.”

“Thanks” I replied.

Our eyes met, Tyler smiled and I smiled back. “Where do we go from here?” He asked.

I think a kiss answered this question.