Toronto Kiss Map plots ‘kisstory’ of Toronto
Amy Dempsey, Staff Reporter
He held a blue rose. She wore a hoodie and headphones. Both were barely breathing, anxious and swept up in the wild momentum that had been building for weeks.
They walked from the St. Lawrence Market, holding hands, heading nowhere in particular.
“Are you hungry?” she asked. “Not really. You?” “No.”
Energy pulled them together in a passionate, head-grabbing embrace. They kissed for one wonderful minute.