Fritz and Zooey split the check evenly at the counter. They left Mel’s caffienated and eager for what little the night had left to offer them. They caught a bus that headed back towards the pier and they napped on each other’s shoulders for the duration of the ride.
At this hour the bus was filled with wayward people who bent their heads towards their laps and clutched their umbrellas and shopping bags. The bus made frequent stops and picked up more passengers, this time young people on their way home from hours of clubbing. The bus was fairly empty, yet they opted to stand and hold on to the hand rails in attempts to be fashionable.
“Fritz, wake up,” Zooey prodded, “I’m afraid the coffee has failed you. Come on, this is our stop.” Fritz and Zooey descended from the bus and were greeted by the same folk music group they encountered earlier. Zooey peered into the open guitar case in front of the singers, it only had a few coins in the bottom. Zooey frowned and dug into her purse for a peach cigarello…
Zooey pulled out a purple pen from the depths of her bag.
“You slut,” Fritz gasped, “you stole that guy’s pen.”
“Oops,” she replied, looking down at the pen and smiling, “better than a gear shift cap.”
“What?” Fritz said looking confused. Zooey frowned at him.
“Obviously you didn’t see the film,” she said writing her name and phone number on the cigarello as Fritz peeked over her shoulder.
“Even though I’m wearing sunglasses I can still see that you didn’t put my name on there too,” he whined.
“Oh, sorry,” Zooey said as she scribbled ’...and Fritz too’ underneath what she had written before tossing the cigarello into the guitar case. The woman playing guitar looked up and smiled at the two of them, she had a noticeable glow to her face that made her beautiful, like the moon. She stopped playing and flashed the two of them a peace sign with two slender fingers. Zooey and Fritz saluted back and walked away, watching her hypnotizing smile as they did so.
Haunted by the eerie smile of the woman sitting on the sidewalk, Fritz and Zooey were speechless for some time as they ascended the slanted city streets back to their apartment.
“Why do you keep giving out our number?” Fritz asked curiously, turning his head towards Zooey.
“I don’t know, it’s like putting a bookmark in a page of a book. If I see someone i find incredibly interesting, I give them my number in hopes that they will try and contact me later, its how i build relationships without having to use the personals,” she replied.
“So you do go for women…” Fritz said with an air of ‘a-ha!’.
“No,” Zooey said, “Relationships as in friendships, networking basically.”
“How come I never saw you doing this before?” Fritz asked.
“Well,” Zooey said, “You’re usually writing, we don’t share everything, you know.”
“We should,” he said, “Especially if that Nasa guy calls back.” Fritz and Zooey laughed and continued their trudge home as they dissapeared into the dark shadows of the night.