The Scene: a group of friends are at a very noisy bar. An ’80s cover band is playing “Video Killed The Radio Star” and lots of awkward frat boys are slapping each other and high fiving all around the bar. The friends have just been bowling and our young female protagonist is fresh from a bowling victory, having kicked everyone’s butts, including the handsome fire fighter who’s been shamelessly flirting with her all night.
The protagonist and the fire fighter met once before, almost a year ago, at a birthday party. The fire fighter was instantly taken, or so he says, but too shy to make a move. The protagonist was more interested in the cake. But with the passage of time, things have changed, and now our protagonist has more than cake on her mind.
The bar is so noisy they can’t hear themselves think, but the night is drawing to a close and the fire fighter makes a brave last ditch attempt to finally make his intentions truly known:
Handsome Fire Fighter – yells something unintelligible
Protagonist – “WHAT?!?”
Handsome Fire Fighter – “I SAID, YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY!
Protagonist – “THANKS! I’M ALSO A REALLY GOOD BOWLER. HAR HAR!”
Handsome Fire Fighter – “I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO HIT ON YOU RIGHT NOW, BUT I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MYSELF, SO I CAN’T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH! I’M SORRY! YOU’RE SO PRETTY! I’M SORRY!”
Protagonist – “THAT’S OKAY! IT’S REALLY LOUD IN HERE! HOW ABOUT WE JUST PRETEND WE’RE MAKING WITTY BANTER INSTEAD?”
Handsome Fire Fighter – “DONE! THANKS FOR MAKING MY JOB REALLY EASY!”
Protagonist – “SURE NO PROBLEM!”
They lean together to say something more, but each leans the wrong way and they almost kiss. Or collide faces. Whatever. But they don’t – they blush and dodge. The friends decide to leave the bar, and after an awkward good-bye and a fleeting hug, the handsome fire fighter and our protagonist part ways for the evening, not knowing how long it might be before they would see each other again a third time.
A week? Two? A month? Another year?