We gave each other the once over, pretending not to care, absorbed as we were in weighing our options.
He didn’t take his eyes off me for at least sixty seconds; nor I him. The chemistry was there, if my rapid heartbeat, sweaty palms and weak knees were any indication. I’ll admit, after all these years of marriage, I'm a little rusty when it comes to chemistry.
Alas, he went on his way, and I mine; far, far away in opposite directions.
I rather liked leaving the moment, and my memories, with little more than what might have been.