“Well, I didn’t think this would actually happen,” says Liz. She sighs and looks at the happy couples seated throughout the cafe.
Seated across the table, Anne stares at her tea, stirring the bag inside the cup. “Twenty years and we’re still single.”
Liz looks at Anne, content, “At least we still have each other.”
“Does this count as our anniversary?” asks Anne jokingly.
Liz laughs, “We did promise to marry each other. I say that counts.” Liz reaches out and touches Anne’s hand, stopping her from stirring. “Do you?”
Anne takes Liz’s hand, looks up and smiles. “I do.”