In the parking lot of the restaurant and bar, Griff and Caydance stood together at the door of her sky blue Volvo. Next to where they stood was Griff's silver Porsche. The proximity of Caydance's car to Griff's car was not serendipitous. She had guessed correctly (with the aid of a Stanford parking sticker) which car was his.

They looked at each other. No words were spoken. Griff, she guessed was considering whether or not he should just kiss her or whether he should ask first. She put her hands lightly on his chest. He pulled her into his arms.

studio icon About 10 minutes later, Caydance exited the parking lot and headed for home. Any longer and Griff might not have made it to the coaches’ practice plan meeting, and she could not be responsible for that.