I went because you said you'd be there
A box of candy, smoke in your hair
When I didn't know, I didn't care
But now I know






       "Where is he?!" Joan stood against the brick wall waiting for Gandhi to come. A short guy with curly black hair and a moustache stopped next to Joan.
       "Hey Joanie!" Joan squinted but reazlied soon it was Gandhi.
       Joan rolled her eyes at Gandhi's sad attempt of a disguise. "It's never going to work."

       "Hey, we could try. Shall we?" Gandhi said offering his arm to Joan.
       Joan hesitated but took his arm in return. "No funny stuff."
       "Ohhh, alright, party pooper." Gandhi  said dissapointed. Once at the café Joan and Gandhi entered the smoky atmosphere and took a table off to the side.

*****

       Abe entered the Lunar café he coughed due to all the cigarette smoke in the air. Stupid coffee houses with their poetry beatniks Abe thought why is Cleo even in place like this? He took the box of candies from under his arm thinking Cleo could at least eat the less fattening ones. He got past the crowd of people and saw Cleo at a table in the back with a guy. Squinting through the smoke Abe saw it was JFK. What he saw next he wanted to blame on the smoke but he couldn't since he would have seen it without the smoke. Cleo leaned foroward and kissed some guy Abe had never seen before in his life. Abe dropped the box of candy and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Cleo looked over and saw Abe. "Abe! It's not what you think!" she called out to Abe who was already storming out of the café.

       Once outside Abe felt a hand on his shoulder. "Cleo...it's too late for explinations. It was okay when you did it behind my back but now it's gone too far!" Abe whirled around only to come face to face with Joan. "Oh, it's only you...I guess you saw what happened."

       "Yeah...I'm sorry." Joan said feeling guilty for the happiness that rotted in the pit of her stomach.

       "So where's your boyfriend?"
       "Yo!" Gandhi said in a fake a british accent.
       Abe looked at Gandhi. "You do know that's Gandhi right?"
       Joan crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "No, I had no clue" she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

       "Sorry, I thought it might work" Gandhi said taking off the wig and spinning it on his finger.

       Abe sat on the curb holding his head in his hands. "How could Cleo..."
       "Abe!" Joan exclaimed in frustration. "Cleo has always been doing this to you! You've been too blind to notice but now that it's finally under your nose you see that Cleo is a big fat sl...flirt." She sighed and sat down next to Abe. "Face it Abe...she never puts your first. It's always something before you. You deserve so much better..."

       "...You're right Joan, but right now I think I need some time alone to think." Abe stood up.
       "Sure, just remember I'm here if you need me." Joan stood too putting a comforting hand on Abe's shoulder. Abe removed it and left.