Once upon a time, one night, in a little out-of-the-way place where dreamers drink their thoughts away and lose their souls in a quick game of pool, they talked like old friends.
He said, "Why don’t you have a boyfriend?"
She answered, "I don’t know. No one’s interested, I guess."
She looked at him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Not yet, but there’s someone I like."
"Planning to woo her?"
"Yes."
Silence. She watched him arrange the balls into a perfectly neat diamond.
"Maybe you’re just closing your doors," he murmured.
"What?"
"Don’t close your doors."
"What do you mean?"
"Basta, don’t close your doors," he said with a smile.
She looked at him helplessly. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
He smiled again. "Your break," he said.
aawww… i smiled reading this. an amused sort of smile. =)
Posted by coriander at May 30, 2008, 12:17 am