On a late February night, two 20 something year olds were as cringe as they could be at a Starbucks. But if you zoomed in. If you just knew what was in between them. You'd wish for that kind of soft and tender connection every time it's 11:11. The hand holding. The knee touching. The stares. The laughs. The blushing that would not stop. The kiss. The kisses. Soft and then hard. And then some more. But not quite enough.

















