Fritz and Zooey mingled on the sidewalks, swinging their arms back and forth in silence.

“I hope Nasa calls us,” Fritz said dreamily.

“He does have undeniable sex appeal,” Zooey said squinting, “God, I’m starving, let’s go eat.”

“We better go somewhere that serves coffee, I feel like my caffiene levels are running low,” Fritz said as he polished his sunglasses on the end of his tshirt.

“Yeah, after about fifteen cups you really start hitting rock bottom,” Zooey said sternly. “You have any spare cash?”

“Yeah, somewhere in here,” Fritz said, digging into the bottom of his hemp bag.

“Perfect,” Zooey said dragging him to a bus that had just stopped at a corner where a folk music group was playing for a small crowd that gave out no spare change.

The bus was dirtier than usual, and Fritz and Zooey were the only ones that boarded at the stop, they had the bus to themselves until the next stop.