well … we both watch movies

He drives
a classic, pale yellow
VW Beetle.

It’s as cool as he is.

Now it’s my turn.

“Did you see that movie?”

He looks at me
over the top of the car.
I hold my eyes steady,
not wanting to give it away.

It’s old.
One of Mom’s favorites.
I didn’t really get the appeal.
But I liked the guy’s car.
A car just like this car.

“Yeah,” he says.
“What a crazy town.
I mean, seriously?
No music?”

Oh my God.
He knew.
Footloose.
He knew the one.

I’m impressed.
And I’m not impressed easily.
Sometimes, not at all.

But today?
Definitely impressed.