Parker contemplated the sliced watermelon.
Her fingers brushed against his, as they reached for the same fruit.
Their eyes met. She blushed. His eyes crinkled with a smile.
A conversation ensued, coy comments were passed.
Back in the car, she flipped the sunshade open.
Strange to be appreciative of her reflection, floral mask and all.
The silver lining of a dark, pandemic cloud.
She drove home, one finger running over the cleft on her lip.