“I’m primarily interested in questions of loneliness, The Future.” He chuckled to himself as he straightened his tie. “That’s just what interests me.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she responded, slurping her chocolate milkshake noisily. She wished a giant meteor would fall down to Earth and serendipitously interrupt the conversation. Interrupt it with Death.
“So.” His voice changed to a matter-of-fact tone. “What is the longest amount of time you’ve ever spent awake?” Without missing a beat, he continued: “For me, three full days.” He popped a small french fry into his mouth and stared at her, wide-eyed. “Three days,” he repeated for emphasis, after swallowing.
“Oh wow, I was just a minute short of three full days,” she said wistfully. Then, with a sigh: “could’ve tied.”
“A minute short!” He shook his head. He rolled a particularly long and greasy french fry through a small pool of ketchup and then dangled it above his mouth before letting it slide right down his gullet. “You know,” his gaze pierced through her eyeballs here, “we could really be something.”
***Severe extension here, folks. Things were a little crazy (the good kind) with me for a while.
