Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
The taxi arrives. First real proper date. Like a couple. Dressed up. Perfumed. Elegantly fluffed and pressed. She shimmies into the cab. He looks beautiful in tie and waistcoat. Shadows move across their faces as headlamps play seek and find with emotions. Hand in hand all the way to the restaurant. Hope caught in the flicker of brake lights. First of many. Dinner. Drinks. So much hope. The night begins.
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