"There could be something out there, I guess. Something bigger than you and me or that guy over there buying cigarettes," she finally turns to look at me. "Someone running the lives of everyone on this world like a movie director."
"I'm not a very religious person, not really. But I'd like to think there's someone out there who cares about everyone - even us New Yorkers with no life," I say. I know I must be getting somewhere with her. This is the first time she's looked at me all day. So either she is trying to scare me off, or she is genuinely interested in our conversation.
"There are people who think that without that someone they have no life at all," she answers me.
Suddenly I'm panicking because I have nothing to say in return and I'm supposed to be the one keeping the conversation alive. It's me who started it. So I ask, "What do you think?"
"I think that it doesn't matter if there is that someone or something running this world so they should all just make a life for themselves. I think that if there is some God ruling over this miserable place, the least thing he wants to do is run every one of our pathetic lives in the right direction."
I'm intrigued by her thoughts. Not because of what she's said, but because I know every bit of it to be exactly what she thinks. It's not what she read out of US Weekly or what she heard from her girlfriends or what she read in a book once. This is straight from her. And now I want to know more straight from her.
"So if you don't believe there is a God, what do you believe in?" I ask.
She gets a smug smirk on her face as she turns away from me and says, "Myself."