The Ant
Helga sits at the empty lunch table, left arm stretched across its surface, her head resting on it. She very gently prods a tiny black ant as it struggles furtively to free a bit of chocolate that had become glued down by a piece of bubblegum which had started to soften under the afternoon sun. She doesn't see Arnold as he stands at the opposite side of the table and watches for a moment before sitting down across from her. He folds his arms on the table top and rests his chin on them and joins Helga in watching the ant. She doesn't need to look up to see who it is because her body instinctively flushes whenever he comes near.
After another couple minutes of silent observation on both their parts Arnold says to her, "Poor little guy, spending so much time and effort on something that will never happen. You ever feel like that, Helga?"
With his head so close to hers she takes a deep breath, letting the combined smell of his shampoo, sweat and tapioca pudding fill her lungs and with a goofy grin slowly spreading across her face she exhales and says, "Never, Football Head."
And so passes the rest of lunch.
The End