Her station wagon came to a screeching halt behind his sports car. She burst out of her seatbelt, slammed the door and was at him in seconds. Red-faced rage.

“Were you trying to kill me?”, she shouted in his face. “What the fuck?”

He looked stunned, pump in hand. Slowly putting it back on the latch as she stood there waiting for satisfaction.

His expression changed.

“Are you… going to… fucking cry?”, she said with the same fury.

“Are you…oh my god, you are.”

She stared at him.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you didn’t mean to. I’m sure you just didn’t see me. It’s okay, really. Everyone has a bad day. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad. I’m sorry…”, her voice trailed off and they both stood motionless. She couldn’t take it. Stepping forward, she took his hand in hers.

“It’s okay”, she whispered.

He looked down at her, their faces close together. Standing in silence, there in the radiant day-like glow of the LED lights.

This was their first kiss.