101604 He was slightly overweight and she, slightly underweight. The funny thing was, they had only just met but they acted as if they knew each other since they were little kids.
"She looks like the number 1." He said to himself.
"He looks like a 0." She said to herself.
She shared his table because the coffee house was full and they were both alone. He was reading The Little Prince and she had read that book 10 years before. When she saw him reading it, she couldn't help but smile. They talked for hours and hours about anything and everything. The 1 was talking to a 0 and it seemed like the perfect combination. Not even the loud jazz music nor the noisy coffee machines could drown out the conversation they were both basking in. But time wasn't on their side and they eventually had to say goodbye. He went on his way, to the east, and she to the west.
"She really does look like the number 1." He said.
"He really looks like a 0." She said.
So there they were, a 1 and a 0 walking in opposite directions not knowing if they would see each other again. But they both smiled. At least for a few hours, they were a perfect 10.