Yep. Pretty much could read between the lines on that one.
It was a big deal to some people though, this type of situation. To him, who was not surprised by any old game or out-dated scenario the world could produce in his life, it was nothing. He could easily go back into the cafe and sip coffee and finish his cake with her without it ever coming up again. It was just a kiss. Not just that? He hadn't even slipped her the tongue like he wanted to. By now he was really regretting that, because at least some tongue would've been like a pre-reward for the post-landslide. Pretend it was all some whimsical impulse because of a relic of familiarity, or he could just steal her the way he did before people began counting time at all, by the birth of a Jewish peace activist, and make her forget that the word 'No.' existed to be used to cross him.
"That's fine, I'll seeya'round." said he, knowing none of those were his options and taking the few steps necessary to begin exiting stage left. When he turned his back on her into the direction home, he'd said: "I'll try not to imagine kissing you every time I see your face from now on..."