They leave the restaurant and walk around the block before they awkwardly slow down when they realize it's time to go home.
Neither of them really wants to leave but Aunt May needs him to pick up some eggs and her sister will worry if she doesn't come home soon.
He walks her to her subway stop and starts panicking because he hasn't kissed a girl since middle school and what if he's bad at it and drools on her or bites her tongue or worse—vomits due to sheer nervousness all over her olive green t-shirt?
She's panicking too because she's never really kissed a boy; they always thought she was too bossy and too mean to be considered kissing material. What if he tries to stick his tongue in her mouth and she doesn't know what to do and she accidentally bites it in a fit of panic, the way her older sister's first kiss went?
"So, I guess this is where I leave you," he says as her train approaches.
"Yeah, I guess it is," she says thickly.
Both of them know it's going to happen but they don't know exactly how.
Thankfully, Peter decides to inject a little humor into the situation. "Hey? Remember I asked you for a kiss?"
"Remember I already gave you one?"
"That doesn't count!" he protests. "I wasn't ready."
"Are you ready now?"
"Maybe."
"You should kiss me now, before my train leaves."
"Maybe I will."
"You always have to have the last word, don't you, Parker?"
They both laugh and that's when he leans in and gently kisses her.
It's a nice, the way he grabs her waist to pull her closer and the way she wraps her arms around his neck, and the way they just kiss.
She misses her train but doesn't mind. He lets her use his cellphone to call her sister to let her know she's going to be late.
They wait for the next train and pick off from where they left off on their first kiss.