Sometime after sunrise………

His hands sliced through the air between them; his index fingers moving away from each other, down and then back together in the shape of a rectangle. He carefully grasped the sides and laid the red sign he had drawn in the air down on her chest. It was the size and shape of the ‘Yes! We’re OPEN’ sign that hangs in the pet shop window even though it’s a lie after 6 at night until 9 the next morning. She watched the white, curving script flow from his fingertip as he wrote, ‘Thank you for not smoking!’ And her lungs sent a thank you out as well.