If It’s Two Prince Charmings, Who Gets the Glass Slipper?

By Jeff Baker

“Okay, we’re on the steps,” Kai said. “And it’s about midnight.”

“It’s about nine-thirty,” Richie said.

“Well, it’s midnight somewhere!” Kai laughed. “And we’re at the front door under the sign!”

“It wasn’t the Boyle Building fifteen years ago,” Richie said glancing up at the metal sign that stuck out of the old brick warehouse. He smiled as he remembered the night they had gotten off work way late and walked half a block, talking all the way, and had climbed these same steps and impulsively kissed at the top. The first time they’d done that in public.

“Our old warehouse is a Korean grill now,” Richie said.

“I noticed.” Kai said. “Kiss me.”

They held the kiss for a moment, lingering as the memories breezed around them. When they broke off, Kai took a deep breath.

“That first time we heard City Hall chiming midnight, remember?” Kai said.

Richie grinned back. “I always hear bells ring when I kiss you!”

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