They shared a chuckle. I inhaled again and glanced out the window. Snow was falling, slow but heavy. The storm had finally ended, but the damage outside was bad. A street lamp had toppled over and smashed into a storefront window. One of the traffic lights below had short-circuited from the storm, and a motorcycle had skidded right into a tree to avoid hitting someone. People were gathering around it, and an ambulance had just pulled up.
Nala kissed Kim's hair before getting up. She walked behind her desk, opened her laptop, and started typing. I leaned forward and put out my cigarette in the small table's ashtray.
Then Kim reached out.
Before I could react, she pulled me into a tight hug—her whole body leaning against me, her cheek pressed to my shoulder.
"Woah," I murmured. "Where did that come from?"
"I just realized how lucky I am to have met you," she said with a soft smile, burying her face into me.
I smiled back and rubbed her arm. "I'm twice as lucky meeting you."
