The world flew by Fritz and Zooey, and they watched the traffic and pedestrians dreamily. The bus made a few stops and became crowded, yet it remained quiet, as if everyone was listening for something they couldn’t hear.

Mel’s Diner was fairly busy, even at this hour. This was the night life they lived for. Zooey breathed in the intoxicating smell of coffee and breakfast served all day. They sat at a booth and immediatly were greeted by a curly haired blonde in a pink uniform.

“Hi, I’m Gina, ooh, those are cute glasses,” she said to Fritz.

“I like your fucking earrings,” he responded loudly. The waitress looked taken aback for a moment.

“Er, thanks,” she looked nervously over towards Zooey.

“Coffee, we need coffee,” Fritz moaned.

“Two cups of coffee, okay…” she said writing frivilously on a pad of paper before turning away.

“No,” Fritz called her back, “we want two pots of coffee, or maybe you could just put them in bowls or something…we’re cultural…”