Let's not say goodnight yet

The kitchen’s closed but the slice shop next door is 24/7. Even though the streets are as loud as ever, we don’t notice them as we draw deeper into one another, the rest of the world fades away.

That slice slowly creeps off the edge of the table and I don’t care that I haven’t had a bite; I’m just wondering if we need to take this night home with us. But maybe that’s the negroni talking?