Small Favors

They stare. Her eyes are huge. Her face is inches from his, they stand by the door. Her coat is already on. They continue to stare.
“Well,” she says, wrapping her arms around him.
His face moves instinctively toward her as they come together, but this was not a kiss. Their right cheeks bounce off each other as their motions form into another hug.
They part but keep their hands around each other. He looks again at her eyes.
‘This is the moment,’ he thinks.
A beautiful day, reconnection both physical and emotional and hours of lying awake in bed had produced this moment. They still stare. There is a problem though.
Ben Savard is total pussy.
The glass door closes behind her. He watches as she gets into the car and buckles up.
‘You still have time,’ he thought. But his body is immobilized by the tension the moment had created. ‘I could still…’ he desperately thought. But he didn’t move. The way he hadn’t moved 2 minutes ago or 5 minutes ago or 20 minutes ago, he couldn’t open the door and try again. Time had passed. Much time had passed. Too much time had passed.
A glow in her hand caught his eye. Rectangular, bluish light radiated onto her face from a small device in her hand. The GPS?
He didn’t think. He opened the door and walked to her car, bare feet numbing on the cold concrete.
“Y’know, I could probably just give you directions.”
“No, it’s okay.” She held up the light. “It’s already calculating the route.”
A CGI blue car flashed on the screen with a red question mark. The car gave him time. They watched the black lines between Concord and Newton slowly form a yellow line, connecting the two towns.
“Well, looks like this is goodbye again,” she said, her eyes still lit by the device in her hand. “Today was amazing.”
“It was,” he said stupidly. But this time nerves and anticipation did not to stop him from leaning through the window. He tilted his head. She did too. They kissed.
As she drove away, he could see the glow of the GPS on her dashboard. Thank god for small favors.