They sat; both on a bench in the park, each fully understanding just how quaint the sight really was. For one hundred and twelve minutes, neither said a word. They opted instead to communicate through coffee sips and biscuit nibbles. She wore very pink high heels next to his brown leather loafers, sans pennies. Crumbs were everywhere.
The next morning, in the taxi and on the subway, separately, both decided they might like biscuits and coffee for lunch. He wore pennies today. Maybe she’ll find them funny in between sips and nibbles.
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