Resolutions

Jess pointed. “He’s going to tame lions in Kenya.”

“She’s going to move to Peru.” Ben tilted his cup at a girl with hair like ravens.

This was the third New Year they’d spent in this café, making resolutions for strangers. Looking at Jess, Ben wondered if he’d ever keep his own.

He finished his coffee. “Any more? It’s getting dark.”

“One more.” She pointed at him. “He’s finally going to take me to dinner at the Parisian. Tonight. We’ve got a table at 8.”

Ben stared.

“You’re very cute,” Jess said, “but I don’t plan on waiting another year.”