Fritz’s once again put on his heart shaped glasses and smiled at Zooey as he began breaking into song before Zooey could try and beat him to the solo part.

“He calls me on the phooooone, about threeeee times a daaaaay.”

Zooey stopped skipping and watched Fritz curiously as he threw his hands in the air and danced frivilously in a circle while people on the sidewalk gazed with amused expressions. He stopped short.

“Sorry,” he said, putting his arms down, “I just imagined us as the next Martha Reeves and the Vandellas, only it would be something like Fritz Reeves and the Zooellas…or something…”

“Zooellas?” Zooey said lifting an eyebrow and laughing.

“First thing that came to mind. You’re right, that sounds like Godzilla or something. Maybe we should go back to Captain & Tennille, but I’ll get to sing all the Tennille parts this time,” Fritz explained.

“Forget it, we were never made to be musicians, only music appreciators and smugglers,” Zooey said as she played with her fringed scarf.