Not Just Limited To Valentine's Day.
The moment had been extremely awkward, as both men were very much aware of the onlookers witnessing their current predicament. I the witnesses hadn't been there, then the incident would have been discreetly swept under the carpet and never be spoken of in the future. Where it up to them, that is. One man sprawled on top of the other. Lips locked. Eyes wide. And gasps surrounding them. No doubt the man on the receiving end would be livid.
The fall of the man on top had been rather spectacular as he had tripped over a pineapple stress toy, that had managed to find its way to the floor of the Santa Barbera police department. The man on top would with no doubt blame the spirits possessing him for this unexpected blunder.
Upon realizing the "kiss" lasted longer than it should have, the head detective shoved the resident psychic of him instantaneously and glared daggers to the onlookers while regaining his posture and dusting of his clothes. Where the psychic had also managed to scramble back on to his feet.
Briefly the eyes of both men met. Agreeing to make a living hell out the life of the first person to ever mention a word of this.
Nobody took notice of the winged man, smirking and applauding himself for a job well done. The man was of course only visible to those who believed in him.
In these modern times there were only few who truly did.
The seed had been planted. All it needed was time to grow and bear fruits.