“Morning.”
“Morning.”
With that we kissed. And, sadly, an hour or so later I walked her down to the train for her morning commute. We were an incongruous couple on the platform. She in her light summer-dress and pumps. God she was gorgeous and damn if she did not know it. I was in my shorts, t-shirt, and trainers. When the 8:13 rolled in, I kissed her and she got on-board. First door, third car. I told her to say hello to Ms. Elliot. I waved to them as the train pulled out, heading to the City. I walked up the hill to the house, wondering how I would spend my vacation.
That was last week and we’ve both enjoyed the removal of the professional obstacle that’s hung over me, and hangs over every other law student, from that first day of law school, two days before she reached across and ask
