B sauntered down the sidewalk, skipping occasionally. Mumbling half the lyrics to George Harrison’s “Got My Mind Set On You” and humming the melody, he passed sushi restaurants and high-priced clothing stores. Cell phone in hand, he read the text again:

B, enjoyed it.
Call me tonight?

His performance stopped as he let out a mirthful laugh. She loves me! And it has been so long, since… After examining his cherubic, bearded face in a shop window, B launched into a spin, arms widespread. Joy!

Adjusting his “B” lapel pin, he noticed a prim lady walking her equally prim afghan hound, staring right at him. B resisted the urge to ask her the current century. That always threw them off. But as the brunette woman came closer, he caught a glimpse of a large “Y” embroidered in silver on her jacket.

“Y?” He choked out, dropping his cell phone in a panic and bending down to pick it up. “How long has it been?” He gulped. The sleek hound barked once, sharply.
“The court of the Sun King comes to mind.”