"Kyle..." Mabel Quinn's face grew redder and redder, "Um... you've only had a little bit of the cake, maybe have some more..."
Before she could finish her sentence, he kissed her again.
"Mabel, do you know what I was thinking about while waiting for you at the square today?" His voice was like a violin playing in the night wind, cold and lonely.
"I'm sorry... I didn't know I would be delayed for so long." She said, slightly out of breath.
His lips kissed each of her fingers, "I was thinking, when exactly will you come? How much longer do I have to wait? The taste of waiting for someone is surprisingly lonely... Also." His voice suddenly paused, his face directly facing hers, "The things you told me, are they really true? Were you really working overtime at your office, so you were delayed?"
His voice became even more gentle, as if it was the most alluring temptation, enticing her to reveal the truth.
