Rick pulled up in front of the comic shop at three minutes past seven to find Marty sitting on the ledge beneath the large image of Pikachu adhered to the front window. “Hey,” Rick said as Marty slid into the passenger seat.
Leaning over the gearstick, Marty caught Rick off-guard with a hungry kiss. Only after he sat back did he add, breathless, “Hey, yourself. Missed you.”
“You just saw me yesterday.” Rick waited for him to buckle his seatbelt, then said, “Kiss me like that again.”
With a laugh, Marty obliged. “You don’t even have to ask, you know. You could’ve kissed me, I wouldn’t have said no.”
So Rick did, savoring the moment and the man beside him, until a horn blared as a car zoomed by them and he remembered he was double-parked on a busy street in downtown Richmond. Sitting up,
