He offers his umbrella to her and within a block he believes he’s in love but as they pass a coffee shop he realizes he just needs caffeine.

She wants to yell, The dingo ate my baby! in the library, it’s like an itch and she giggles herself to a severe shushing, then she feels bad.

And when she said, Oh you really do look like that, he knew he’d never see her toe ring in a carnal manner, and he wet himself. Right there.

He spits and the concrete sizzles, and he lights a smoke and says, Man, it’s hot, and she downs her beer and she says, You don’t fulfill me.

He says, Good design means everything, and she wants to say, So why do you look like that? but she doesn’t. Because she doesn’t care enough.