The crumbling old building that once housed the chocolate factory still stood. She smiled, remembering sneaking out to meet Mark there as a teen.
Her parents were asleep. It was the last night of her visit. She looked out the window, noticing movement in the old building. Could it be? She closed the door quietly behind her and tiptoed into the cold night.
Mark stood in the doorway of the building, smiling slyly.
“I heard you were in town.”
He pulled her close before she had a chance to respond, the smell of chocolate still hanging in the air.