He slips his hand into hers.
She squeezes it tightly.
They sidestep closer.
He turns to face her.
She turns to meet his gaze.
She smiles back.
They turn their bodies towards each other.
The excited chatter around them increases in volume.
They close the small distance between them.
Fireworks exploding overhead; the sky alight with streaks of colour, their lips meet in a tender kiss.
Lips part, but not bodies.
“Happy new year,” he whispers.
Light dances in her eyes as she smiles. “Happy new year.”