Yearbook

            “Well at least your nose is dainty.” She pointed at the Kleenex box on his windowsill, lavender and covered with flowers and hummingbirds. He grimaced.
            They lay down and kissed on the bed.
            When they sat up again, it had started to rain and he asked her, “Is this strange for you too?”
            She found his old yearbook on the shelf and flipped through it. Finding the picture of an Earth Club, she asked, “We were in the same club? I barely knew your name then. I guess things change in five years.”
            He nodded. “I kind of like it.”