Hand in hand they strolled in a comfortable silence, browsing through the myriad of books they found pleasure immersing in. It was what they usually did when they spent time together. Many thought it dull, but for the couple, it was one of the best ways to spend time together. It was a comfortable routine: When they came across a book they both fancied, they would find a quiet corner, snuggle and read together. For hours, they did just that, reveling in little else but each other's presence.

Before they could get enough of each other's company, he smiled winsomely at her and with a gentle tilt of his head towards the lift, indicated that it was time to leave. Standing up, they smoothed out the creases from their uniform and made their way towards the lift. The lift was in a quiet corner of the bookstore, and as they stood waiting for the lift, they gazed at each other and so caught up in the moment... They leaned in for a kiss.

Just a kiss. A simple kiss. A soft kiss. A gentle kiss. One that spoke nothing of lust, but all about love. The bubble of warm and fuzzy feelings that erupted in the chests of both individuals left them stunned as they pulled away from each other.

"Whoa." was all both could manage to say.

Just then, the Moment was rudely interrupted by the arrival of the lift.

Just as rudely as this "perfection" was ruined by the introduction of a foreign agent.

The beauty of innocent love. Where has it gone?

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