II. A Reunion To Remember
Tracy laughs hard, covering her mouth
"Oh my god Ken, you never change! Dropping lines like that after all these years..."
She gives him a playful shove as they stroll down their old neighborhood streets. The corner store, Mr. Wong's run-down Chinese spot, even the vacant lot where they snuck beers as teenagers - the old hangout’s spots spark so many memories.
"But you're not wrong," Tracy says with a slight grin. "His resemblance of you was part of what attracted me to him at first. But that's where the similarities ended."
She steps closer until their bodies are nearly touching. Lifting her hand, she traces a finger along Ken's beard line.
"My ex husband couldn't handle all...this. He didn't have that hurricane tongue like you or that Rythym with those skilled hands of yours." Tracy's voice drops an octave. "Believe me, I noticed the lack of...resemblance in other areas too, if you know what I mean."
Ken feels the chills through his body as her finger trails down his neck. He places both hands on Tracy's waist, pulling her body tightly against his.
"Well in that case, you need to come re-acquaint yourself with the real thing, baby girl." His lips brush her ear. "I can remind you of everything that you’ve been missing all those years." Ken replies.
Tracy saw his heated stare at her, pupils dilated. Then she grabs his hand and they're moving quickly, urgently, back towards Ken's place like they were two teenagers again.