...a love story!...

She was maybe in her 80's, he in his 83's. She wore a salmon coat with loafers; his fedora was off-tilted. They stood quietly at the crosswalk, mumbling about the drug store being closed. She was not amused, but he looked pleasant in the sun. His wrinkled, yellowed hand shot out faster than you'd have expected; pinched her behind. She turned, shocked, livid, and then she realized the joke. He kissed her forehead.