Scene 1:
Scene one starts with both of us under the glowy shimmery lights, surrounded by the retro tapestry of Le Pure Cafe. Your fingersandpalms grasp the cappuccino mug but I'm not much of a coffee person so I'm sipping from a cup of peach tea although I suspect there's some ginger in it and I really wish the bored looking boy at the counter with the Sonic Youth t-shirt had told me about the rogue ingredient pre-purchase. Also, the menu looks something like this although the font was really nice but I can't translate that right now:
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BAGELS
1. Sesame Bagel - $1.50
2. Sour Cream Bagel - $ 2.00
3. Cream Cheese Bagel - $2.00
4. Savory Bacon Bagel - $3.00
5. Chocolate Bagel - $2.00
6. Green Tea Bagel - $2.00
7. Coffee Bagel - $2.00
8. Ordinary Bagel - $1.00
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Scene 2:
Scene two is characterized by the usual bout of indecision I struggle with on a daily basis and after MORE DELIBERATION! than it should fundamentally take, I settle for a large Sour Cream Bagel which costs an additional $1.00 and I think this is fair because the diameter has increased greatly. In the same amount of time, although I am fairly certain it was a few seconds longer, you nominate the Sesame Bagel for consumption and we settle down into chairs that look comfier than they actually are. We almost get through half our bagels and a third of our beverages before a random urge, okay I was actually biding my time so random is just an excuse, overtakes me and I blurt out:
"How much do you love me?" (a simple question I've heard many times in movies but they don't tell you how hard and icky it is to say in real life without a script or a second take)
You chew the moderately sized Sesame Bagel in your mouth for an eternity (in real time: 2.73 seconds) and take your own sweet time sipping on the cappuccino (in real time: 1.81 seconds) before addressing the question with the swipe of a half eaten bagel: "I love you moderately" you say, chuckling to yourself at the incredulous question and in hindsight it probably deserved no more than the wind-out-of-your-sails, no-point-holding-your breath answer you gave me.
"Why only moderately?" I ask. I like the tone of my voice as I say this because it matches the playful intonation of yours and because it means you probably can't tell that I was looking for a slightly more whelming answer.
"Well if I love you gigantically, like that big bagel in your hand. If I love you like that big bagel instead of my moderately sized one will you be happy?"
"Probably happier than if you loved me like the moderately sized bagel to be honest"
"Well you see you can't even finish your bagel. It looks delicious and fun behind the glass, glazing and gleaming more than the moderately sized bagels and you could swear it whispered come eat me but you can't even finish it now"
This was the gist of the bagel metaphor you pulled on me in scene two and it must have worked because I didn't offer an argument after that. Also, you were right, the big bagel did proposition me and I couldn't turn it down.
Scene 3 (final scene):
In scene three we are locking arms and humming and smiling and I'm walking you home and I'm convinced I can finish big bagels but perhaps not right now. I am also a tad embarrassed for pulling that nonsensical question on you earlier in scene two and I try to make up for it by buying ice-cream but you're full so I eat one on my own. It was pecan pie gelato in case anyone was wondering.
