They met for a drink in a rooftop bar. He wore red and she wore blue and the night moved faster than usual.
She invited for dinner the following Tuesday to her flat with the midnight blue door. They sat in a kitchen she’d painted to look like the sky and for desert she served blueberry shortcake.
The next week she knocked on his crimson door and he returned the favour. He made bolognese, they drank Merlot and made plans for their next date.
A year later she moved in to his house and they painted the front door purple.