The encounter ended with an awkward kiss the next morning: him on the steps, her just inside the apartment door. After an equally awkward, formulaic goodbye, he pushed open the lobby door and stepped out.
He shaded his eyes from the morning sun and looked around, trying to get his bearings. Locating a landmark, he walked towards the bus he needed. He felt detached as he watched his feet fall one before the other, never having done something like that before.
He was still processing the experience when the bus arrived and he boarded by rote, his mind far away.