Mark pedaled faster. He didn't know what time Mimi was done with work, but he wanted to meet her at her apartment. His beloved camera was shut off, for once, and was wrapped tightly around Mark's wrist. He braked the wiry old bicycle, and leaned it up against the brick building.
He was in luck. Mimi was just walking up the stairs. "Mark?" she called.
The filmmaker ran up to meet her, "Hey! Could I interview you about…something?"
She nodded. The dancer dug through her purse and pulled out her keys, which she tossed on the couch once she had entered the room. Mimi then sat down on her urban fabric chair, and unzipped her shimmery gold boots.
The filmmaker set his camera bag on the floor, "Is now a good time?"
She nodded, "Let me take out my earrings first, one second."
When Mimi returned, she curled up on the chair. Mark started turning the handle on his camera expertly, and began. "February thirteenth, twelve am, Eastern Standard Time," he said in the monotone voice he had become famous for. "Mimi Marquez, why did you knock on Roger's door?"
The girl was startled by the random question. Then she laughed, "It's kind of a funny story, actually."
Mark grinned sheepishly from behind the lens, "Do tell."
"Well, I was living with my best friend, Angel. She dared me to get Roger to go on a date," Mimi smirked.
"What?" Mark laughed.
"Yeah!" Mimi smiled, "it's true! I had been…oh, I don't know…crushing on him for a while."
Mark smirked, "Sure…"
"No!" Mimi protested, "He was the perfect hot neighbor upstairs! That's what every girl dreams of, right? Anyway, I didn't have the guts to go talk to him. But then our whole building had that little 'LIGHT ALL THE PAPERS ON FIRE' incident-"
"Not my fault.." Mark murmured.
"Nobody blames you, we all blame Roger," Mimi smiled. "And Angel gave me the drumstick salute, and it was go time. I had to go to work for a while, and when I came back, I thought I'd try my luck. The power was out, so I took a candle."
Mark inserted, "For Roger to light."
She shook her finger, "Not really. It was lit already. But I didn't have any sort of plan on how to start talking to him, and the 'light my candle' thing wasn't so bad, now, was it? It worked."
"What did you see in him?" he inquired.
"Are you kidding!?" Mimi mocked swooning, "Oh, his long, flowing, luscious blonde locks, his deep, growling voice, and his- Oh! Those plaid pants!"
Mark snorted.
She continued, "And I used to love the Well Hungarians!"
"His old band? The failed band?" Mark laughed, "How'd you even find out about that?"
"I was an old fan," she replied.
Mark nodded in surrender and shut his camera off, "Thanks, Mimi."
"What's this tape for, Mark?" she asked.
"You'll see."