Zooey continued to study the people of the night as they walked in a downward slope masked in the yellow lamplight that eminated from the streetlamps.

“I’m glad I broke in these boots a long time ago,” Zooey said as she grabbed Fritz’s arm and began to jog, trailing him behind her in attempts to cross the street before the trolley could block foot traffic. They panted as they crossed the metal tracks and saluted the passenger trolley with their customary peace signs as it rang its obnoxious bell.

“Oh look, the outskirts of tourist-ville,” Fritz said arrogantly, “I can see the GAP from here.”

Zooey grimaced, “How repulsive.” She dug into her purse and pulled out a pair of blue heart shaped sunglasses and put them on in a dignified manner.

“Those are mine,” Fritz said sternly with an air of humour.

“So is this shirt I’m wearing,” she rebutted. She pulled off the glasses and turned to put them on Fritz. He flashed another peace sign and pulled off his tacky piano key scarf and handed it to her.