They were like children, giggling and chuckling.

The date had been going well, and had lasted about 3 glasses
of wine so far. 

They exchanged stories of travel, of frenemies, and most
importantly, of love.

Though the conversation lulled at times, the chemistry
between them acted as a pilot light, always ready to ignite
another bout of warm camaraderie.

In their infant infatuation they mulled over, examined, and
played with one another's hands. 

Ringless, they were naked and vulnerable. 

Once the food had run out and the live music ended, the two
rose cheeked, slightly intoxicated singles payed the bill
equally.  And walked out. 

The time between the doldrum tasks of managing an adult
interaction flew by like lovebirds swooping from branch to
branch, moment to moment. That childlike play that new
acquaintances engage in is effervescent, carbonated with
excitement and energy. 

As they shared a taxi to return to their respective homes,
they rested their content, weary heads upon each other's
shoulders. 

The night was their cradle.