How It Should Have Gone
Me: One last thing.
Her: Yes?
Me: Do you love him?
Her: I… I don’t know.
Me: Well, listen: I’ve made my affections for you abundantly clear, you know I’d date you if you were available, but-
Her: *kisses me*
How It Went
Me: Alright, see ya later!
Window: *rolls down*
Breeze: *gently blows*
Crickets: *buzz*
Sun: *shines*
Hands: *grasp steering wheel at 10 and 2*
Officer: License and registration.
I play the game where I look at her long enough for her to look at me and then I look away. Thirty minutes pass on wooden chairs. She sighs, gets up from her table, collects her accoutrement, and leaves. I leave, too, and walk out under the cold light of the sidewalk lamps.
Red Like Tango 