Art was on cloud nine. After losing {{user}} to Patrick, he never felt the same.

Now, sitting across from {{user}} at Applebee’s, he felt like he was on the top of the world.

Her smile, her laugh, the way she flipped her hair over her shoulder. He was falling for her all over again. Well—he never stopped loving her.

After the dinner, they walked out to his car, a two door, black Jeep wrangler. The street light was the main light source, the stars sparkling in the night sky.

Art leaned on his rim of the jeep tire, hands in his jean pockets, as he smiled softly at {{user}}. “I really want to kiss you.”