Zooey pulled out a purple pen from the depths of her bag.

“You slut,” Fritz gasped, “you stole that guy’s pen.”

“Oops,” she replied, looking down at the pen and smiling, “better than a gear shift cap.”

“What?” Fritz said looking confused. Zooey frowned at him.

“Obviously you didn’t see the film,” she said writing her name and phone number on the cigarello as Fritz peeked over her shoulder.

“Even though I’m wearing sunglasses I can still see that you didn’t put my name on there too,” he whined.

“Oh, sorry,” Zooey said as she scribbled ’...and Fritz too’ underneath what she had written before tossing the cigarello into the guitar case. The woman playing guitar looked up and smiled at the two of them, she had a noticeable glow to her face that made her beautiful, like the moon. She stopped playing and flashed the two of them a peace sign with two slender fingers. Zooey and Fritz saluted back and walked away, watching her hypnotizing smile as they did so.