“So I’ve decided that I’m going to be your boyfriend,” he said as he handed her another napkin.
“Is that so?”
“Yup,” he replied.
“This is our first date.”
“Yes!” He grabbed his own slice of pizza from the vendor.
She took a bite of her slice. “OK. Do I have any say in the matter?”
“And you’re not worried that I’ll opt for NOT having you as my boyfriend?”
“Naw. Not really.”
“That’s either very charming, or kind of egotistical and annoying.”
With his mouthful, “Yup.”
And they walked.
“Do you have a plan for convincing me?” She asked.
“Hmmm. Naw. I’m just going to be your boyfriend.”
“So you say.”
They turned left. They walked down streets familiar to her, that lived somewhere in his memory. Just changed.
The silence was broken only by chewing sounds, and the traffic noises that dared to interfere.
“Do you talk like this to all the women you go on dates with?”
“What makes me so special?”
“You just… shine.”
“I don’t know what–”
He took her by the arm gently to stop her from stepping off a curb, as a delivery truck sped around the corner.
“Thanks,” she said. “What does ‘shine’ mean?”
“Take right now. Right this minute. I feel like all of this is just a setting for a movie about you.”
“And I could not be more curious to see what comes next.”
“I don’t know how to reply to that.”
“Yeah, that’ll happen sometimes,” he replied with another mouthful.
“You’re an interesting guy.”
She tried to lick pizza sauce off of her finger and dropped her slice on the sidewalk.
He ripped his slice in half-ish and passed her the bigger piece. And started walking again.
“My favourite bar used to be right there,” he said. “Then the owners opened a new one across the street and…
“It closed many years ago too.”
“Man, you’re old,” she smirked.
“Why do I keep you around?”
“You find me impossibly charming and want to be my boyfriend.”
“So when are we going to have date number two of your making me your girlfriend process?”
“Ehhh. Slow down. No one likes a pushy woman.”
She slapped him on the arm.
Then she laughed.
Then she wrapped her arm around his.
And they walked down streets familiar to her, that lived somewhere in his memory. Just changing. So much for the better.