He walked around downtown for what seemed like ages. Finally, he was too tired and sat down at a coffee place overlooking the water. He could see the Golden Gate from here.
He ordered black coffee and sat back in the chair, contemplating what he should do next. Should he go back home, and face the music? Or should he keep wandering the city, find some cheap motel, and hope he would find her? The former obviously made more sense, so naturally, he went with the latter. He was walking to a nearby motel when he heard some voices in the alley.
"Get away from me!" screamed a familiar, feminine voice.
"Come on, baby, don't be that way,"
He rushed to see what was happening, and what he saw angered him greatly. He rushed up to them and yanked the man off her.
"What the hell is wrong with you? No means no, learn to respect women!" he yelled.
He continued to punch the man until she touched his arm lightly, saying, "Let him go. I'm okay,"
After a few more of her gentle pulls, he finally relented. They walked out of the alley and into the busy street.
"So, we meet again," she said, smiling. "And you saved me, again,"
"I would rather we have met again under different circumstances," he laughed. "But I'll take what fate throws at me,"
"That's what I'm talking about!" she exclaimed, looping her arm through his. "So, my friend, what have you been up to all day?"
"I've searching for you! I had some coffee, and that's it," he replied, chuckling.
"Well, I've been doing the same. Only, I got lost and arrived downtown just an hour ago," she scrunched her face.
He laughed at her funny face. "We're in downtown, what do you want to do?"
She thought for a while. "I want to do something I've never done before,"
"Rather vague, don't you think?"
"Not really. There are a lot of things that the average person hasn't done. You just have to pick," she said, hopping onto a bench.
"That would mean assuming you are the average person, when, you are far from it," he replied, gesturing for her to get down. People were staring.
"There you are wrong, my friend," she hopped down. "You would say to anyone you meet that they are strange or eccentric, but if everyone is strange, then no one is strange at all. Everyone has their nuances and quirks, but that is included in our definition of the average person,"
"Then what would classify as an abnormal person?" he asked, never having thought of it like that before.
"Hmm," she paused to think. "Someone who has an excess of a trait. Whether it be good or bad,"
"Like Hitler or Mahatma Ghandi?"
"Exactly!" she said, looking pleased.
They walked together for some time, in amicable silence. They saw the sights of the city, from the ghettos to the posh houses. They saw the shops and the markets. Finally, around one in the morning, they sat down.
"Thank you," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Why? I didn't do anything. I even forgot about dinner!" he replied, feeling guilty.
"You didn't need to get me dinner. I asked you to do something I've never done before, and we did exactly that,"
"You've never walked in San Fransisco?" he asked incredulously.
"No," she laughed. "I've never truly forgotten about my past. Tonight, I just thought about what we were doing. I thought about you. You made me live in the moment, not caring about my problems. And you did it without a drop of alcohol,"
He laughed. Not a small chuckle, like she'd been hearing all evening. A hearty, full laugh that brought tears to his eyes.
"You're really something, you know that? You were wrong, you're not the average person. You have an excess of gratefulness. You're thankful for anything you get, no matter how small. It's a quality few people have,"
"Alright, whatever you say," she joined in the laughter.
Their laughter finally died down, and she took the opportunity to look at him. The moonlight illuminated his bright blue eyes. They were accentuated even more by his dark brown hair and stubble.
She lay down on the stone, tugging him down with her. They fell asleep like that, in a bundle of clothes, blankets, and bliss.