Entergalactic -

He passed her a pair of headphones. One track. Her eyes closed. The city fell away.

Then Meadow appeared on the adjacent fire escape, hair catching the last drop of sunset. She wasn't loud. She just was . A jazz note in a hip-hop beat. She laughed at his unfinished sketch, not cruelly, but like she’d already seen the masterpiece underneath. Entergalactic

They didn't kiss. They just existed in the same frequency. He passed her a pair of headphones