Little talks.

In which diners have pink flooring.

In which diners have pink flooring.

Lucy: I feel like I'm in the nineteen-fifties. Isn't this place cute!

Me: thought you'd like it. They have nice coffee here.

Lucy: yuck, coffee is shit - honestly how do you drink that bitter... Stuff.

Me: you'll love it once you get to my age.

Lucy: you're two years older than me, boo hoo.

Me: let go of my hand, people are looking.

Lucy: they're admiring how good of a couple we are.

Me: we're not a couple, Luce.

Lucy: oh, but I wish we were my dear Naomi!