Storm//r.s.l short story

Hour 5

"Honestly, I heard the words 'crabby patties' at least three times"

"For fuck sake Olivia! I swear I wasn't having a sexual fantasy about spongebob in my dreams!" Ross yelled while throwing his hands in the air, making me laugh even louder.

"Alright alright, I'm just saying! No one sleep talks that much without having a reason" I said between laughter. Ross growled and slouched back into my fluffy coat with frustration. "Hey hey hey lover boy! What're you doing?! You can't lie back down, we've got another hour of activities to fill!"

"Uhhh fine! What do you plan on doing then?"

"I don't know, it was my idea to sleep. You have to think this time" I shrugged

We both stared at each other dead in the eye for 93 seconds before Ross finally spoke up.

"I got nothing"

We both sighed and looked around obviously searching for some kind of inspiration.

To the left was a middle aged man, dressed in a suit with a briefcase by his side, clearly away for a business trip.
To the right was an elderly couple both looking bored and grouchy, probably should have gotten a divorce 30 years ago.
And right in front of Ross and I stood two kids. Probably around the age of 7, mid clapping game.

And that right there was our inspiration.

"Olivia"

"Yeah, Ross?"

"We're going to make a handshake"