Danny D, Yasmina Khan [updated] Today

No one applauded. No one spoke. Danny and Yasmina stayed on the bench, the rain machine still running, neither willing to be the first to stand.

“You’re nervous,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said. Also not written.

Yasmina reached out, her fingers brushing his sleeve. Just that. No kiss. No grand gesture. The rain fell harder. A siren wailed somewhere off-set. Neither of them moved. danny d, yasmina khan