“Hi Jack”
“Hi Z”
There is something fluid exchanging between them. An air of...smelly pasts.
“How is everything with you?” she asks, crossing her arms, her fingers lightly grabbing her arms.
“Everything is great. I got a new job...how is your sister?”
“She’s also great, she got a new job. You didn’t come to the wedding,” she says. He smirks: “No.”
Neither hides the obvious awkward passivity in which they speak, trying to fish out something painful to pin on the other.
He remembers the last time he saw her, almost four years ago. He wonders, how was it four years ago.
“Time flies...you know,” she says with that omniscient, ominous tone she acquires. “I mean, one can only find out by the number of new wrinkles, because otherwise...”
“Well, I quit smoking.”
“Good for you, jack.”
People are passing by, in between, slightly touching shoulders and backs, as these two remain swimming in their enamor. She reaches for a cigarette...
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