ST Sat?

    He’d painted a giant happy face on the window of her car. What’s worse, it was made to look like a smiling Princess Leia with the words ‘SW Sat?’ next to it. She was not amused. He was a grown man, for God’s sake. Why couldn’t he act like one, instead of some lonely teenager who just made a friend for the first time? They were both middle aged divorcees, way passed this youthful nonsense.

    She shook off the squeegee and glared at the offending image. Next time she saw him, she was not letting him hear the end of this. She had work.

    It was a movie, not some life altering revelation. You wouldn’t know that from the way he told it. A movie was not something to get this excited about. It certainly wasn’t a reason to paint her window.

    She eyed the little smiling face. ST Sat? Did she want to see Star Wars again? It would be the fifth time they saw it. Well, her fifth time seeing it. He’d seen a few times before when it was in the regular theaters. Now it was only at the cheap drive-in across town.

    Did she want to be alone in a car with him of all people? He wasn’t dangerous or anything, just annoying. If he could just contain his enthusiasm a little, that’d be great.

    Yawning, she scrubbed off the window. Seeing it one more time wouldn’t hurt. It’s not like this was a real date or they were dating or getting married or anything. This wasn’t going to be the story they tell their children about how they fell in love or anything. It was just Star Wars.

    And this paint wasn’t coming off.

    He was never hearing the end of this.