"Restaurants were buildings, people ate together, sometimes sixty or more."
"Their masks had mouth holes Papi?"
"No Leon, just naked faces."
"Afterwards they'd hug each other."
"Arms round each other, often their lips touching cheeks in a kiss."
"Then they died?"
"Many did, not right away. But enough history tonight," I said tearing up, as I pressed my hand to my screen and Leon pressed his two oceans away. A warm jolt swam up my arm into Leon's and vice versa.
2035: our version of hugs and kisses.