Send me a ▒ and my muse has to kiss yours.

Enough beating around the bush. Enough awkward little moments,
filled with that silence between people that know there’s something
there but just can’t bring themselves to act on it. She’d been honest,
back when she’d said that she was finding some new passions. Of
course,  she’d shrugged  it off with a joke  and a punch  to the chest.

                             But she’s realized that isn’t what she wants. 
                             No awkwardly running  around this, playing
                             it cool,  acting  like  him  saving  her means
                             any less than it actually does.

So she decides to act. 
Like any smart person would.

                                                         ”Hey, Del, c’mere a sec—”

She gives  him approximately one second to respond  before she’s
stepping up.  One hand finds the side of his face, the opposite arm
coming around  his shoulders  to drag   him a  little further  down to 
her height. Her fingers curl into the strands of his hair that poke out
from beneath  that dumb  hat of his as she brings  his lips  to meet
her own.

                           And there’s no denying the smile on her face.