Two Guys and a Girl
One man was talking, the other walking down main street. The one who was talking was talking about nothing, chatting endlessly about the end of something (or was it nothing?) and about the end of all things to be.
Or at least that’s what the other man thought. The other man was listening, not intently, to his friend and his eye was distracted by many things that passed through the street. There was, in particular a girl with ribbons hanging down her hair. A girl, whom he decided, was handsome. She walked into a coffee shop, along with some girlfriends of hers who were, as the man decided, not as handsome as she was. No, she was the most perfect one at all.
His friend kept talking. “And like I was saying—“
“Say, Jacob, do you want some coffee?” the other man said suddenly, ripping away his eyes from the girl and turning to Jacob. His friend looked confused.
“I—“
“Let’s get some.” The man turned from Jacob and headed determinately to the coffee shop. His friend quickly followed him, running. His friend was quite out of shape, and as soon as Jacob had caught up with him, the man was already smiling at the girl.
“As I was saying—“ Jacob began, looking quite hurt. The man ignored him, winking at the girl. The girl brushed away her hair and giggled. Good progress, the man decided. Good progress.
He turned to Jacob, who was glaring at him, expecting him to say something, anything, to show that he was indeed listening. “Yes, yes, do go on about Metamorphic Depasturization.” Jacob’s face turned from a hurt look to a baffled one (and rather white too).
“What?”
“Do you think I don’t listen?” The man smiled, winking again at the girl. The girl was watching him intently; good progress. He smiled broader. “The topic is indeed interesting, please do go on.” He winked at his friend.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t you know? The intricacies of Metamorphic Depasturization. I am interested, you know.”
He felt a smooth arm touch him and his hair ruffled – the girl!
“Yes, do go on,” the girl cooed. “I am a genetic engineer, I do want to find out about that stuff.” The man blinked. Most definitely not good progress.
“I was talking about the president. I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” The man kicked Jacob’s shins and glared. Not good progress at all.
The girl tugged on the man’s hair and he looked up to see the girl, still smiling. She kissed him. “Your friend’s right,” she said, cooing. “Know what the hell you’re talking about.” She strutted out of the coffee shop, the man’s eyes helplessly following her.
Jacob looked at her and then back to his friend. “Like I was saying—“