July 1
6:37 PM
Nita winked at Kit in the golden rays of the setting sun, sending him a thought.
Stay cool, alright?
Kit rolled his eyes at her.
No duh. Take your own advice, too, okay?
Nita blinked at him, then laughed when she realized he was kidding with her.
Okay. Get going. I'll see you at eight tomorrow.
Kit held back what he was about to say, and expressed it in a thought image he sent to Nita.
She smiled warmly at him, and they kissed briefly, then, Kit, holding Nita's hand, dropped a transit circle. Nita dropped her own, and, with one look at one another, let go of the other's hand and stepped onto it.
They vanished with a slight breeze that ruffled the roses in their next door neighbor's garden and incinerated every single dandelion in his garden.