💋 for rama?
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“This was nice,” Rama offers a wide smile; the night air feels heavy as time goes on, yet she has few inclinations to leave the sanctity of Mary’s back porch beneath the soft yellow hue of the lights illuminated above their heads. Their glasses of lemonade sit empty with melting ice cubes, and the mosquitoes of summer begin to make themselves known, occasionally smacked away by a calloused, weather hand.
“It was.”
Slowly, gradually, they rise from their seats and she takes a moment to tuck the chairs back under the table, and out of polite habit, walks Mary to the door. Ever with that feeling in her gut, despite her experiences, Rama finds herself a little nervous to part ways without really saying what she means.
“Well, I should head home, but...”
The hesitation, however, does not last where her hand reaches for Mary’s, and lightly pulls her into a good night kiss - something chaste, hidden by the trees of the thicket behind the yard, away from prying eyes. She lets it linger, lets that smell of Mary’s perfume permeate her nostrils in their momentary embrace before stepping back within a polite distance. “Good night, Mary,” Rama says in her low, raspy timbre, before turning on her heel to leave through the backyard gate, heading home with the taste of her date lingering on her lips.
