What does love mean?
The record player squeaks out bravely, a thin melody that he recognizes.
"You kept it, all these years?"
She smiles a lopsided smile. "The coffee..."
He eyes her hands. They're trembling. "I think you've had enough."
"I think so, too." She strokes her necklace. It flashes, streaking dabs of light across the table top. Shadows blend into one big mass, as the sun sets and the moon rises, reflecting the white light once cast by another orb.
He grabs her hand to steady it.
She stands, pulling him up with her.
"C'mon, pal. Let's dance."
And they do.
Blond and blue hair ruffling in the wind.
It's a beautiful night to be alive.
They whiz past the calender, and the word Due blurs, turning into Blue, Blue, Blue, and then True, True, True, and then, just a block of black.
He looks into her perfect eyes and smiles.
"Hey. Smart girl."
"What?"
"What does love mean?"
