Adverts for Love …

We walked down the hallway of the courthouse building, looking for the correct room number.

“Ten years from now you keep holding hands,” said an old woman as we passed.

After finishing our business, we left the building smiling, stealing glances at each other as we made our way down the steps and towards the crosswalk. That’s when another woman stopped us.

“Marriage license, right?”

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

“It’s written all over your faces,” she said.