What are they waiting to see? Sam follows my gaze and I shrug. Who knows? You could always do a dance, or tell a joke, or... kiss the bride?Not the bride, he wraps his arms around me, and gradually pulls me close. Our noses are practically touching. I can see right into his eyes. I can feel the warmth of his skin. you. Me. The girl who stole my phone. His lips brush across the corner of my mouth. The thief.It was in a bin.Still stealing.No it isn't-, I begin. But now his mouth is firmly on mine, and I can't speak at all. And suddenly, life is good.
In a moment filled with anticipation, Sam and the narrator wonder what spectators are hoping to witness. With a lighthearted suggestion to perform a dance or tell a joke, the narrator plays with the idea of creating a spectacle, but the situation rapidly takes a romantic turn.
As Sam draws closer, their faces nearly touching, an intimate connection forms. The narrator reflects on their past encounters, including the amusing incident of the stolen phone. However, the tension dissolves as their lips meet, leaving her speechless and enveloped in a newfound happiness that makes everything else fade away.
