Neon…How they met.
“What do you think that means,” he asked the woman next to him.
“Beast me,” she said, looking at the neon sign.
“Maybe it means you can’t be asleep or you’ll never find love.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But I don’t think so. People should stop looking for something that might not exist. Lust might be real, but no one knows what love is, besides a word in the dictionary.”
“You’re a cynic?”
“No. Just not a romantic.
“Ah. That’s actually refreshing. I don’t like the romantic thing either.”
“It’s kind of a waste of time and it never seems real. I’d rather go to a bookstore, have a cup of coffee, and talk about whatever we’re both reading.”
“Me too.”
“Life’s short. Some of my friends friends like to be swept off their feet, but that’s just not me.”
“My name is Eddy.”
“Pam.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Same here,” she said.
“So you don’t know what the sign means?”
“Could mean we should open our eyes because love is all around us, or in front of us.”
“I suppose.”
“So many signs don’t make any sense.”
“It’s starting to rain. Do you want to continue our conversation in the bookstore across the street? They have great coffee.”
“Sure why not,” she said. “What are you reading?”
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