She: You
waiting for something?
Me: Not
something, someone.
She: Alright
then.
Me: You
She: Sorry!
Me: You. I
was waiting for someone like you to come and ask me if I was waiting for
something.
She:
Someone like me?
Me: Yes, I
think.
She: Alright
then.
Me: Can you
drop me somewhere, on your way?
She: You
want to get dropped or picked? On my way – are you sure? My way can be
complicated.
Me: Alright
then.
She:
Alright, hop in, and next time don’t imitate me.
Me: Pretty
face.
She: Sorry!
Me: You
have a pretty face. Don’t be sorry about it.
She: We
just met.
Me: Doesn’t
change the fact, does it?
She: You
don’t know me, about me.
Me: The
lesser I know the better.
She: You’re
flirting now.
Me: Isn’t
that allowed?
She:
Allowed?
Me: Yes, I’m
hitchhiking for the first time.
She: Yes,
it’s not allowed.
Me: It’s
sounding boring now.
She: Well,
were you looking for something interesting?
Me: I don’t
know but not something boring for sure.
She: Well,
the rules don’t mention anything about it being interesting or not.
Me: I
thought there were no rules.
She: There
always are. I can say what I want but you can’t; I can do what I want but you
can’t.
Me: And you
call that fair?
She: I call
fair boring.
Me: Alright
then.
She: I told
you not to.
Me: Ah yes,
you can say what you want, but I can’t.
She: You
can break rules though.
Me: Really?
She: Well,
it’s not allowed though.
Me: Why are
you like this?
She: I
guess because you are like this.
Me: You’re
flirting now.
She: I’m
allowed to.
Me: Show me
the rule book.
She: It’s
not complete. I write it as I go along.
Me: Why are
we stopping?
She: Because
somewhere it has to stop.
Me: Why?
This is not making sense.
She: Did
you think it would?
Me: I didn’t
think anything.
She: Then
don’t think now.
Me: But we
haven’t reached.
She: We
weren’t meant to; we were only travelling for a while.
Me: So, you’re
dropping me.
She: Well,
you wanted to be.
Me: It
doesn’t feel good.
She: You
can hitchhike again from here.
Me: But I’m
still learning.
She: Here,
you can have this.
Me: What’s
this?
She: The
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Me: Will I
ever see you again.
She: Well,
never say never. Alright then.
