Champagne bubbles were illuminated by the full moon overhead as Sam and Nora snuggled on a bench along the boardwalk, enjoying the sounds of the rolling surf.
They touched the wine flutes together with a clink. Nora found a tissue and wiped her teary eyes. The moonlight glinted off Sam’s balding head as he smiled.
“Oh, Nora! We’re not done yet,” he chuckled. Kissing her deeply, Sam stood and pulled Nora to her feet. Another sound kiss all but cemented them both in place.
“Same time, same place next year, Sam?” Nora smiled, gazing up at Sam tenderly.
Sam nodded as they broke their embrace, reluctantly pulling away.
As each headed off in different directions to their respective spouses, Sam raised his glass. “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”
As the fog rolled in, each disappeared into the shadows of their other lives.
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