I kissed Julian the following Friday.
I had spent the whole week trying to make a moment happen without forcing one. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie. He said yes, then spent most of it correcting the movie's lighting. I asked if he wanted to go for a walk. He came, but the wind was too cold to stop anywhere. I considered asking him to dance in the kitchen and decided I was not ready to be rejected by a man holding a spatula.
The kiss happened after rehearsal, when the warehouse was almost empty.
Julian had been adjusting the lamps while I practiced a monologue. I finished the last line and found him watching me from the edge of the stage.
"What?" I asked.
"You didn't look at the empty seats this time."
"I was trying to look at you."
His expression shifted. "Why?"
"Because you
