Even in her hazmat suit she was beautiful. I watched as she bent down, her curvy form still visible, even in that bulky suit. She touched the goop that formed under the body and rubbed it in between her gloved fingers. She turned to me, those beautiful cornflower blue eyes meeting mine and she spoke. Her voice was a wonderful melody, I was lost in it.

“I said he must have been here some time, Harry.” She stood and walked over to me, “This will probably take a few hours to clean. We should get the equipment from the truck.”

“I think you’re right.” I took a step closer to her. Over the last month, the tension between us had become palpable. Being this close to her, my heart was about to pound through my suit. Even in this room, her perfume danced in my head.

We looked at each other for what seemed like forever then. I leaned in and slowly removed her respirator. Our lips moved close and we breathed each other in. She pressed against me and we kissed. It was magical. And it was only the first of many.