Jesse

"What's your name?" I asked.
"Jesse." He responded.
A small glint in his eye danced back and forth between me and the reflection of the streetlight above us. A soft smile made delicate footprints across his lips as he looked towards the pavement.
"I'm going to have to get back; my mom will begin to worry." I sighed. "But this was nice, I'm glad I met you." I smiled bashfully.
"Likewise!" He smiled devilishly. He leaned off the streetlight, extending his hand to me.
I took it, without even having to think about. My palm rested against his, it was callous and warm. The tips of his fingers pushed into the skin on the back of my hand as he tightened his grip, shaking our hands together slowly.
I sucked in a breath at our contact and pulled my hand away, wiping it down my jeans as it had started to become moist. I turned from the mystery that I had met tonight, the mystery that now had a name.

Jesse.