and more and more
“And he didn’t even say good bye.”
“That’s pretty weird,” says Chloe, “the way you described him it seemed to me like he had a penchant for politeness.”
They all furrow their brows in deep, perplexed thought. Except for Andy, who missed most of the conversation, so he furrows his brow wondering why they are all furrowing their brows. He interrupts their thoughts, “Well, c’mon, guys. The movie starts in an hour. And we gotta stop by that place first.”
Ned rolls his eyes and scoffs, in the way that only Ned can, “I don’t know why you’re dragging us there, man. It’s not that cool.”
“Shut up, man. It is. You just didn’t take it all in last time.”
“Was he cute?”
Four raised eyebrows turn towards Tamineh, who is still furrowing her brow. “Was who cute?”
“The Daschund. Was he cute?”
“Well…as far as puppies go, I guess he was pretty…um…cute.” Ned glances at Andy and Chloe- they exchange looks of puzzlement.
“That’s not what I meant. I mean…was he hot?”
Chloe elbows her in the ribs (lightly, obviously), “Shut up, man!” she says between snickers.
“What? I’m just asking an honest question here. Was he hot?”
Ned doesn’t quite know what to say. “Well…I don’t know. He’s a guy, you know. I can’t tell these sorts of things.”
“It wouldn’t make you gay, you know.” Chloe’s eyes judge Ned. “It’s not like you’re yanking his pants down if you admit that a guy’s a looker.”
“I know that I’m a looker, and that’s as far as my knowledge about beauty in the male species goes.” He turns towards Tamineh, “why do you wanna know anyway?”
“Well…why not? I’m always lookin’ for a good time with a hot guy. I wanna meet him. Call me over next time he shows up.”
“How?”
“Just put an asterisk at the end of a sentence somewhere. I’ll drop by.”
“Like this?”@
“That’s not an asterisk, Ned.”
“You’re shitting me.” He’s genuinely surprised. “What’s an asterisk, then?”
“This.”*
“The star? Are you sure? Asterisk sounds like a fish.”
“It’s not a fish, Ned.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Hmm…I guess I’ll just have to trust you on that one.”
Andy, impatient in the subtlest of ways, says, “C’mon, fuckers. Show time.”
“That was so gay, dude,” says Ned, “you’re not in a movie.”
“Well, what about Tamineh’s future film about this?”
“No, no. I’m not going to make it about this. Andy’s story is gonna be about this.
My movie is going to be about finding yourself on the subway. You know, Ned’s idea.”
“I’ve had enough of this dialogue. Let’s move on to the next narrative paragraph.”
“That’s pretty weird,” says Chloe, “the way you described him it seemed to me like he had a penchant for politeness.”
They all furrow their brows in deep, perplexed thought. Except for Andy, who missed most of the conversation, so he furrows his brow wondering why they are all furrowing their brows. He interrupts their thoughts, “Well, c’mon, guys. The movie starts in an hour. And we gotta stop by that place first.”
Ned rolls his eyes and scoffs, in the way that only Ned can, “I don’t know why you’re dragging us there, man. It’s not that cool.”
“Shut up, man. It is. You just didn’t take it all in last time.”
“Was he cute?”
Four raised eyebrows turn towards Tamineh, who is still furrowing her brow. “Was who cute?”
“The Daschund. Was he cute?”
“Well…as far as puppies go, I guess he was pretty…um…cute.” Ned glances at Andy and Chloe- they exchange looks of puzzlement.
“That’s not what I meant. I mean…was he hot?”
Chloe elbows her in the ribs (lightly, obviously), “Shut up, man!” she says between snickers.
“What? I’m just asking an honest question here. Was he hot?”
Ned doesn’t quite know what to say. “Well…I don’t know. He’s a guy, you know. I can’t tell these sorts of things.”
“It wouldn’t make you gay, you know.” Chloe’s eyes judge Ned. “It’s not like you’re yanking his pants down if you admit that a guy’s a looker.”
“I know that I’m a looker, and that’s as far as my knowledge about beauty in the male species goes.” He turns towards Tamineh, “why do you wanna know anyway?”
“Well…why not? I’m always lookin’ for a good time with a hot guy. I wanna meet him. Call me over next time he shows up.”
“How?”
“Just put an asterisk at the end of a sentence somewhere. I’ll drop by.”
“Like this?”@
“That’s not an asterisk, Ned.”
“You’re shitting me.” He’s genuinely surprised. “What’s an asterisk, then?”
“This.”*
“The star? Are you sure? Asterisk sounds like a fish.”
“It’s not a fish, Ned.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Hmm…I guess I’ll just have to trust you on that one.”
Andy, impatient in the subtlest of ways, says, “C’mon, fuckers. Show time.”
“That was so gay, dude,” says Ned, “you’re not in a movie.”
“Well, what about Tamineh’s future film about this?”
“No, no. I’m not going to make it about this. Andy’s story is gonna be about this.
My movie is going to be about finding yourself on the subway. You know, Ned’s idea.”
“I’ve had enough of this dialogue. Let’s move on to the next narrative paragraph.”