by Emma Collins
“Sure. I didn’t even know there was an upstairs, and I’d written off seeing the fireworks, because I knew I wasn’t going to be down at the river in time to get a good view.”
“Grab your coat,” Sydney said, giving Jess a wave. “I’ll meet you by the stairs.” Sydney pointed towards the back left corner of the room.
Ally followed Sydney up the stairs, buttoning up her black coat as she went and letting Sydney get a few steps ahead of her so she could fully enjoy the view. Ally was already thinking ahead to when she’d be taking it off Sydney.
Sydney got to the top of the stairs and held the door open for her.
“Thanks,” Ally said, stepping out onto the snow covered rooftop bar. White fairy lights were strung along the perimeter, and one round table was all the furniture there was. On top of it was a bucket of ice with a bottle poking out of it, along with two champagne flutes.
“So, I discovered that there’s non-alcoholic champagne,” Sydney said as she carefully made her way over to the table, nearly falling as she got there. “Wow. I didn’t think this through,” she said with a nervous laugh, glancing down at her black heels.
“You must be freezing.” Ally joined her as Sydney expertly uncorked the bottle and poured out two glasses.
“I am, but I feel like it’ll be worth it.” Sydney handed her a glass.
“This is amazing.” Ally took in the view, letting it draw her to the edge of the roof, leaning her forearms against the metal bar as a few cars followed the windy road along the river. The snow flurries were so tiny and infrequent it made Ally feel like she was in a movie. No one had ever done anything like this for her.
The booming thud and crackle that followed signaled the first set of fireworks, filling the night air with bursts of white and reds, shimmering on their way to the ground.
Sydney was standing beside her now. She lifted her glass to Ally’s. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year,” Ally echoed, clinking their glasses together, and she knew that there was more to those simple words that they’d both used every year. This really felt like a new year, a new start.
Ally sipped on her champagne, leaning against Sydney as they both watched the fireworks display in silence, her arm wrapped around Sydney’s waist.
Ally softly kissed her cheek, and Sydney turned towards her, finding her lips. Ally sighed into the kiss, brushing a lock of Sydney’s hair away from her face, wondering how she'd gotten this lucky.
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