You Make Everything Better

Kristo

We headed down to the comedy show and took seats at the back of the room, hiding out in the dark together. I let my hand rest on her knee casually, even though I felt as though her skin was pulsing heat through my entire arm.

The show was patchy, but the two of us laughed along anyway. I felt like this was so easy with her, like I didn’t have to worry about whether she was having a good time or whether she liked where I was taking her. She wasn’t a snob. She always expressed herself openly, and that was so refreshing after so long dating women who always plastered on a game face no matter whether they were having a good time or not. Amaya didn’t bullshit me. That was half the reason I liked having her around so much.

“So, what now?” she asked when the show was over. Her eyes were bright, and it was clear she was far from being done with tonight.

“I don’t know,” I replied as I handed her coat to her. “What do you want to do?”

“Ooh, are we close to Central Park?” she asked, clapp