Through An Empty City By the time this particular conversation had taken place, we'd been out for dinner once. Other than that, there was only one time we got together, but it wasn't much of a date. This time it would be, and it would be unusual, spontaneous, and thrilling.

It was around two in the morning on a weeknight and we were still awake chatting. The conversation steered towards my motorbike, and I offered to take her out some time. Some time ended up being that very moment. I couldn't pick her up from her home because it might wake her parents, and of course her mother would object to her ever doing something so dangerous. She lived a few blocks away and it took her hardly any time at all to walk over.

We went on a long ride through an empty city, and all we had to fight the night's chill was the warm engine beneath us.

At the end of the night, I dropped her off near her home. We kissed that night, for the first and only time, and hardly spoke for months afterwards. It may have been the wrong thing to do, but after such a memorable date, is there really any other way it could have ended?  ¶ 7:33 AM