It isn't that Sybil hasn't been kissed before, though those were mostly quick pecks stolen by boys after dances and nothing like this. Her hands tighten in his when his lips touch hers, and she finds herself quite breathless but loath to pull away. Even being in the middle of the street couldn't embarrass her now, her smile sweet and soft when the kiss does end.

"I-" she's speechless, unsure of what to say. "It has been a nice night."