The pair meets in the Kültürpark, a space filled with palm trees, joggers, idle folks napping on benches, doing Sudoku on benches, staring into space on benches. A grandfather takes his small grandson around the perimeter on a whisper-silent moped so the visitors can only hear their approach by the tiny, growing laughter. A stray cat pauses in the greenery to let a stray dog pass.

The pair spots each other. He climbs up from his place under a tree to greet her, to watch from his feet as she passes a bored security guard manning the gate and waits for slow joggers to clear her path to him. She wears an orange scoopneck shirt and her hair wound up in a bun. They hug. They hug with their torsos together, but then lean back from each other while still holding on–no kissing, no lingering close–so it is hard to…