We were only kindergarteners when it happened. You a cute little girl and me a young boy. You were joking around about how cute I was and I was still in the faze where I thought girls had cooties. You lean in and kiss me. Time skip to today, twenty years later. I walk into a new café that opened up and, who would have guessed it, you were behind the counter. I immediately realized who you are and that smile you gave me said you did too.