Disclaimer: Her's.
The day was a rare occurrence. A New York City March day should be glum and full of disgusting puddles but today was unusually warm. But March 14th that year wasn't special because of its weather.
It was the day Elizabeth Lemon made the audacious discovery that she was in love with John Francis Donaghy.
She was walking to work, street vendor scone in hand and soaking in the sun. She kept her thoughts idle. Today's rehearsal, hopes that the rest of the springtime would be this pleasant, how warm the scone felt in her hand. Liz's thoughts remained unmuddled and pleasant until she heard a familiar voice call an unfamiliar declaration.
"Sweetheart! Sweetheart, where are you going?" Jack's hand slid onto her wrist and pulled her around, pulling her into a deep, heartwrenching, toe curling kiss. It wasn't wet, but heavy and sweet with his arms wrapped around her so tightly that she could not move, nor could her heels touch the ground.
But it was over in second. Before she could ask- "What the what?" or slap him or any sort of reaction, Jack turned about.
"Bianca! What a pleasure!" And Liz's confusion faded. But what she felt during that kiss…. Didn't.