Brett? Nice, uh, mine is Josh.
Josh? Never met anyone named Josh before.
Really? Rather a common name.
Oh I don’t know, seems uh, well…
Yeah I know, so uh, I get off at 9, so you live close by?
Pretty much…
Cool, I uh, I don’t have any wheels, so is it uh, in walking distance?
I can wait in the parking lot if you want?
You’ll be bored, I mean I don’t mind walking if its not too far.
Few blocks, but by the time I finish shopping, well no sense in you walking, I mean…
Okay, uh what kind of car? How will I…
It’ll be the only ugly green ancient datsun.
Datsun huh?
Yeah.
Cool, how old?
Older than you I bet, early 70’s.
Haha, well then its older than us both.
Well I am a lot closer to its age than you I bet.
Yeah, well not so you’d notice.
Thanks.
So uh, out front at few minutes after 9?
Yeah, uh Josh, right?
Yep, Brett…
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The heater was running full blast and yet he still felt chilled. Brett kept glancing at his watch wishing that it wasn’t right, that somehow it had gotten faster without him noticing it but in his heart he knew it was right. How much longer was he going to stay waiting for what obviously wasn’t going to happen?
Shit he hated this. Should he go to the door and knock or just keep on waiting? Maybe some meeting was taking place or maybe Josh had slipped out back rather than face him and break it off. He felt like
