[color=0054a6][b]Kane[/b][/color]

"Can't argue with that", he replied and traced his mind back to their late teens, when she had all of a sudden decided to bury all her colourful clothes. "And then you cut your hair into a wonderful bob and dyed it black-greenish", he remembered and could barely contain his laughter. "God, I love your rebellious phases." He blew a small swirl of smoke into the night sky. Why had he always perceived her as his funny but glum best-friend? Yes, she had her mood-swings, but didn't we all? As he looked at her, it felt as if he would see her features for the first time. Her hands on her hips, she drew the attention to her curvy figure, appearing grander than her actual height permitted. Her lipstick highlighted her loose red hair and her character. But it wasn't her body that left him breathless. It was her eyes, that met his, that burned with a passion he had never seen before. 

He didn't feel the hot sting of the cigarette, that slightly burned his lips, as he took a step towards her. He put a hand on her back, first carefully, but then more and more self-confident and pulled her closer. "Kiss me", he whispered, as their faces were only inches apart.