Blaine

I’m about to leave for my usual second shift when you clear your throat to get my attention. When I turn, your arms are crossed and a brow is raised. You say in a stern voice, “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glance around, confused. …Uhhh…? When you step closer, I act on an instinct, unaware that you’re about to hand me my wallet with my license in it, and place a kiss on your forehead. I pull aback and just look at you for confirmation. Your face flushes immediately. What?