He turned and it was like the sun broke through the clouds. Inside a building. Where there were no clouds and definitely no sun. But the metaphor stands. The look on Thaddeus's face as he turned made Zipporah's knees go weak. Luckily she was made of firmer stuff than that and she stood her ground. His voice was like a rumble of thunder in her ears-- Zipporah had always loved a good rainstorm so it was like music to her-- and the self-effacing smile on his face made her heart-strings twang.

"Thaddeus..." she breathed as he told her how sweet he found her letter. It didn't register to her that she hadn't written a letter to him, it was obvious he was talking about the sweet words he'd written in his own letter to her. He was just confused by the sight of her appearing out of nowhere, obviously. He reached out to take her hands and though there was a thin layer of cotton between them, Zipporah could feel the zing of true love shoot through her palms. A delighted beam lit up her face and she tilted her head back slightly to look at him more thoroughly.

A good strong jaw with no sign of a receding hairline either. They would make beautiful babies with delightfully caramel skin but their father's eyes. She could just see them now, strolling through the park holding hands while their little ones ran around them. It was a good feeling, a wonderful vision, and the best thing she'd ever thought of.

It went from hand holding to kissing quite quickly, and she couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her as she stood onto her tiptoes and buried her fingers in his hair. All too soon she was pulling away though, aware of the people who might be watching. She didn't care about propriety in that moment as she touched her forehead to his own. "We should get out of here, where should we go?"