Jenny wasn't expecting a date.

She hadn't seen Franco in six months since he'd moved to San Francisco for school. Jenny had a two and a half hour lay over at the airport on her way back east and Franco had the day off. Before he'd moved away they'd started spending cold winter nights together in the same bed, making out and snuggling under the covers. The next morning usually ment srambled eggs, toast, coffee and Franco walking her to work. She wanted him, but at the time he wasn't ready. His eminent relocation brought them closer for his last few weeks in town but deep down she knew he was still damaged.

Jenny's friend Mindy had chopped her wavy brown hair into a asymetrical cut a few days prior. The decision, fueled by liquid courage, had been a good one but Jenny was still surprised by her own reflection as she strode by the shop windows. Her pace sped as she neared the gate. Franco stood up from his chair, like a soldier, when he saw her. He wore a bright yellow polo and dark jeans. In his right hand, he held a small chocolate cake.

"Happy birthday, from scratch!"
"It's not for four months," said Jenny as a smile blossomed on her face.
"I know but I will miss it," said Franco.

Carefully holding the cakette out to his side, Franco kissed Jenny as the travellers bustled by them.