Kisses aren't supposed to turn to ice, and loudly break away.
Words aren't supposed to resound sounds and give no seismic impact.
And people in love shouldn't be separated, not by words or people, or even by distance.
The kid was around sixteen, too young to buy cigarettes. The store clerk was no stickler for the rules, but he was between making a buck and losing his liscence; and between giving the kid his release, and taking some moral stand.
The clerk thought this through, as the kid stood there in front of the counter, relaxed and slightly agitated. The bulbs above blinked, 'Gotta change that,' the clerk reminded himself. Though he knew he would never get around to it.
He slid the pack across the counter, and the money lay a few inches behind, the man taking action still not sure what he would do. Until the kid finally said, "You know that's okay, you think you could sell me the gum though?"