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Bianca listened to the wailing wind in
her ears, her eyes wide open. With his eyes locked with hers, he
drifted his lips towards hers. Bianca's eyes fell shut when his
tongue firmly, but with a gentle ease, made its way through her
lips when he kissed her long and hard.
    Suddenly, it dawned on her that she
wanted this kiss more than she realized. They stood in the middle
of the sidewalk, as if on display for the entire world to see. This
was their first real kiss and though she was no teenager, she felt
like one all over again.
    To her disappointment, Lee was first to
pull away. One thing was for certain. There was nothing lacking in
that kiss. In fact, the only thing lacking was that it didn't last
longer. On one level, it felt so right. Then on another level, it
felt so wrong. It was not supposed to happen, but she was glad that
it did, and, more importantly, it could never happen again. How
could she carry on a relationship with someone who was once spoken
for by her late sister? No matter how she looked at it, she would
never be able to make it feel right.
    "Now can we get married?" Lee asked
her.
    His witty words left a lasting smile on
her face. "I'm afraid not, but that was very nice," she said to
him.
    "I like you, Bianca. You probably
already know that, but just in case you don't, I'm telling you now.
I really like you." His soothing voice could flatter a comatose
woman.
    "I like you too," she said.
    "But do you know how I like
you?"
    "I think I have a pretty good idea."
Bianca paused. "You really liked my sister, too, and we are nothing
like each other."
    "And? You can't like two different
people?"
    "Of course, you can. That's not what I
mean―I don't know what I mean."
    As they continued towards the parking
lot, Lee continued. "For the last few months, I've been giving you
subtle hints about my feelings, but―"
    "But what?" she asked.
    "But nothing. You haven't responded,
except for that kiss. You have a warmth about you that touches me
right here," he said as he placed his hand against his chest, his
puppy-dog expression almost piercing her skin.
    Not knowing what to say, she turned
away to collect her thoughts. How was she going to respond to him
without hurting his feelings?
    She pondered his words for a few
seconds, and then, "Maybe I do have time for that coffee after
all."
    The buzzing espresso machine and the
smell of robust brewed coffee met Bianca at the door as she and Lee
stepped through the warm and cozy café. People in jeans and sweats
swarmed the coffee shop on this gloomy fall evening. Some read,
some wrote, while others talked with one another.
    After Bianca ordered an espresso and
Lee ordered hot chocolate, they seated themselves in the back with
a view of Ontario Street. Bianca's attempt to pay for the beverages
had failed again. "Why don't you ever let me pay for anything?" she
asked him.
    "Because," he stated. "I like doing
things for you."
    "I appreciate that, and I like doing
things for you, too. You are a very giving person, and I appreciate
your kindness. It's one of the many things that I like about you,
but sometimes it keeps me from being kind to you as
well."
    "Okay," Lee stated. "The next time we
go out, it's on you, and I want everything on the menu.
Twice."
    "You promise?"
    Lee nodded in agreement.
    "You and I became friends at a time
when I needed a friend the most," Bianca said. "And for that, I
will always be grateful to you."
    As she finished her sentence, she
fancied herself on some lame talk show where she discloses all of
her secrets. And if this were a conversation she happened to
eavesdrop on, it would have been enough to make her gag, but they
were her words, her sincere words. Bianca grappled with herself in
silence, trying to say just the right thing and still remain true
to herself. Finally, she moved her cup of espresso to the side and
sat forward.
    "I'm not ready for a relationship, Lee.
There's so much going on in my head, and I would just bring that
confusion to a