She fit against you like a puzzle piece, perfectly. Her arm was wrapped around you as your head next fit into the crook of her neck. Lovers rock by TV girl was playing in the background, it sang:

And if you start to kiss And the record skips Flip it over And sit a little closer

Her hair was let loose from the usual ginger braids she'd worn that day, it fanned out behind her.

God, she loved you.