Katie was standing on the sidewalk, wringing her hands and checking every direction for any sign of a very tall, very hot, curly haired guy.

Eventually, she saw him climbing out of a cab and she nearly lost her nerve and ran back up the stairs to the safety of her apartment.

“Aaron!” Her voice cracked on the Aa, and so she cleared her throat and tried again. “AARON!”

Aaron looked up from where he was standing paying for the cab ride; he smiled slightly and waved to her, then went back to counting out bills.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARON!” She yelled again, waving her arms around frantically so that everyone on the street turned to stare at her. Including Aaron and the cabbie. She took a hesitant step into the busy street and nearly got run over by a bike messenger, who jingled his bell at her and yelled out a very rude swear.

“Katie!” Aaron hollered back, motioning for her to stop trying to get killed by oncoming traffic. “Go inside!”

“I can’t!” She yelled, taking another step out onto the street (after checking both ways). “Aaron, I’m in love with you!!!!”

A horn honked as a cab stopped just short of flattening her and she hurried to the other side of the street, and Aaron’s side.

He looked down at her like she’d lost her mind. Apparently, he had no words.

“What did you say?” Aaron asked, his mouth twitching.

“I said I’m in love with you,” she said softly; she reached up and pulled his lips to hers in a hesitant kiss that deepened quite quickly. When she pulled away, Aaron looked extremely happy, but more confused than anything.

“I’m not good with grand gestures,” she said apologetically.

“That was pretty good,” Aaron replied gently, tucking some hair behind her ears.

“Ah, sorry to interrupt,” said the cab driver, “But could I get paid?”

Katie didn’t bother commenting about how Aaron managed to find the one nice cab driver in the city; instead she slipped her hand into his and waited until he was ready to cross the street.

*

“So,” Aaron said, wandering around her apartment as she closed the door; he was looking at things as if he’d never seen them before.

“So.”

He spun around and looked at her. “Why is this awkward? This shouldn’t be awkward.”

“We’ve been friends for a long time,” Katie commented, going into the kitchen; Aaron followed her, curious about what she was going to say.

“And?” Aaron questioned, sitting down at the rickety old table, watching her as she poured water into the kettle. Frodo wandered in, probably looking to be fed, and jumped up into Aaron’s lap.

“And that’s all we’ve been,” Katie replied, leaning against the counter. “It’s weird.”

“But not too weird.”

Katie shrugged and looked back at the kettle. “I don’t know.”

Aaron deposited the cat on the top of the table and walked over to her. “We’ve just gotten together. I think we need to give it some time.”

“I agree,” Katie replied, smiling up at him. “Hey.”

“Hi,” he leaned down and kissed her.

“Wanna watch a movie?” She asked, after he’d pulled away.

“Always.” He paused at the doorway. “Can it be something other than a chick flick?”

“Sure.” She poured water into her mug. “But I don’t know if you’ll be able to find anything other than a chick flick.”

She could hear his loud dramatic groan from the living room, and she smiled to herself.