And then she saw him. He wasn’t tall or movie-star handsome. He had a kind face, a little crumpled, and he was holding a small brown paper bag.
And then, very slowly, he leaned in and kissed her. Not the frantic kiss of youth. Something quieter. A kiss that said: I see you. I’ve been looking for you. We’re both still here.
“Bridget,” he said. “I’m glad you clicked that silly ad.” kissmatures bridget
When they sat on a cast-iron bench near the koi pond, the afternoon light slanting gold through the glass panes, Tom turned to her.
“I almost didn’t,” she admitted.
They walked the gravel path past the orchids, then the succulents. He told her about his daughter’s new baby. She told him about the time a first edition of The Code of the Woosters slipped from a cart and broke her toe.
Bridget wiped a drop of pond water from her cheek and smiled. And then she saw him
She never deleted the KissMatures app. But she didn’t need it anymore.