the persistence of memory ♤ frerard

night//seven

Tonight, I had to be in at work at midnight again, which was great on my part because I could spend some more time with him, since he seemed very nice. Who knows, maybe he'll even tell me his me his name tonight! I smiled at the thought when I shut the door behind me as I left the house.

"Isn't it just lovely?" He asked once I'd found him sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. I shook my head as I plopped down next to him. "Why not?"

"Isn't it a she?" I wondered

"Not always."

"And why? There's a reason everyone sleeps at night, it's lonely. It's just bland, all it is a round piece of land that the sun reflects off of, and the stars are just big balls of gas," I summed up.

"So is the sun, but that's your problem, Frank. You're far too logical, you see the science in everything, rather than the possibilities that there could be, because there's a possibility in everything, so why not open your mind a little and believe in just a little bit of everything?" he asked me.

"Why believe in everything when there's a possibility that I'm going to be wrong?"

"Then why believe in anything at all? There's always that possibility of being wrong, Frank. Just like there's always that possibility of being right. You never know."

"You think a lot, don't you?" I wondered, tilting my head to the side, looking at him intently. He nodded, a smiling tugging at his lips.

"I do, dear Frank, and you don't think nearly enough. Use your imagination, life would be much more fun. Versus sitting at a desk typing up documents for things no one really cares about. . . you're a banker, aren't you?" He said, raising his eyebrows curiously.

"How the hell did you- you know what, I don't wanna know, that's creepy. I never revealed anything about my job. You know my name and what I do for a living, yet I know nothing about you."

"You know about my grandma Elena, and I've never told anyone about that, what I told you. Not my parents, not even my little brother, and I tell him absolutely everything. Anyway, it's nearing midnight, you should to work soon so you can finish typing up those files."

"I- you know what, you're right, but fuck it. You're just extremely smart, that's it. I'll be going now, bye George."

"Nice try, but George isn't my name. You got the 'G' right though." I punched the air happily, before smirking and rushing back to my car. Smart bastard, he's starting to grow on me.