It was a few minutes before ten PM. I glance down from studying how beautiful she looked in the light of the false-paper- lantern to see that there was only one piece of sushi left for us. "It's yours." I tell her. "I have a better idea." She says, stressing the "I" in that way that tells you she is in a playful mood. I stare back at her with my best "go on..." look. "Do you remember _Lady_and_the_Tramp_?" I do. I pick up the last piece of nigiri and rise it to the table between us. She leans forward eyes closed and lips slightly open as if to kiss. I lean forward to meet her, getting out of my chair by a few inches in my enthusiasm. The sushi was tuna, the dark red of the tuna contrasting beautifully against the salmon colored lipstick she's wearing. We lean closer together, our lips meeting around the nigiri. She bites down first, then I do, our lips mashing together as we bite down. The texture of the fish is incredibly smooth, reminding me of the feel of her skin and how much I want to touch it. Our lips break off for half a minute. She covers her mouth as she giggles playfully at what we're doing here. I'm torn between immersing myself in the feeling of the tuna in my mouth and the urge to rush through eating and rush back into the kiss. It was she who decided the issue when she leaned back in. I gulp down and leaned forward again to meet her. I smell the sea- breeze on her breath. Our mouths met and opened once again, and our tongues explored each others mouths, searching every nook and cranny that we knew so well, searching for any stray pearls of rice which may be lieing about in the corners of each others mouths. The search seemed to go on forever, way past the point where we found the last grain of rice. I gently touch her neck, moving along then above the jawline to her left cheek to touch that baby scar she got from a childhood accident. Her soft breathing echos in my ear. That sixth or seventh sense that tells you someone is watching you tells us its time to break off our search. We turn to see the waiter standing in the corner, in that "we closed five minutes ago" posture. She bursts into a peal of embarrassed laughter and I go into that fit laugh I have when I do my best to suppress it as we signal quickly for the check.