He stepped towards her, put his drink down next to her empty plate and straightened, so close that they nearly touched. Then without hesitating bent swiftly and brushed her lips in a kiss that was more of a question.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. WHY WONT THIS FUCKING SCENE WORK. WHY. WHY. WHY.
Usually at this point I'd have a drink, but yesterday I had a champagne or two and ended up downloading Broken Wings by Mr. Mister onto my iPod.
Frankly there are depths to which I'd rather not sink.