"So when?" she asked. It was no more than a whisper but the last thing she needed was for someone to hear their private conversation as they stood huddled in the alleyway at the side of the tailor's shop.
"Thursday?" he suggested. How he could not go more than a day or two without seeing her and the fact up until now it had been three days well it had unnerved him so much that he just had to come, find her and hope she could spare him a minute and a word or two.
"That is perfect" came the response framed with a smile. "He is out having dinner with my sister and her husband on Thursday and I know Rebe will keep the door unlocked for me".
He frowned. "Ari, are you sure still? Shouldn't you tell your father about us?"
"David…." she started with a sigh. "He will never know…and by the time he does know, it will be far too late for him to do anything about it". She did sound entirely convincing; their plans discussed and choices seemingly made.
Ever so gently he leaned down and kissed her, just lightly on the cheek. Even though they were well out of the view of any prying eyes it was still the middle of the day and who knows who could inconveniently walk past even though he had taken measures as much as he was able to ensure not.
"I do wish you would kiss me properly every time" she pleaded, brown eyes wide as she looked up at him. She truly did adore him.
"Too public" he smiled at the form in front of him; black hair tucked tightly away in a knot at the nape of her neck and so, so very beautiful. That hair was so spectacular when it was draped over her shoulders and when she smiled; laughed and as she melted into his arms.
All of a sudden from somewhere they heard a Police whistle and its shrillness against the silence of the alley caused them to jump skywards, both hearts hammering against their ribs. It was not too far away either so he knew he must leave and leave quickly for fear of what might come to them if they stayed here too long.
"Go on!" she said, pushing him out of the entrance to the alley. "I will meet you on Thursday on the corner by the old library. Six o'clock. Go on!" She pushed him again as he dithered, laughter ringing its way joyfully towards him. How he loved to make her giggle and see her features light up. The sound was comparable to the Viennese orchestras he had heard on the radio; perfect in pitch and oh so very uplifting as they drifted from note to note. He could not get enough of her and her of him in their delight of each other's company and these goodbyes', albeit those that were temporary, stung like a wasp.
He also wanted to throw her another kiss goodbye, but stopped short as he was standing in the street where he could be seen.
It would have to wait for another day. Thursday to be precise.