We Went Broke at Midnight | ✔

15 | the art is not in making money

❝Never stand begging for that which you have the power to earn.❞
— Miguel de Cervantes

15 || the art is not in making money

time || evening

Brolin and I are holding hands when we exit the theater. The sun is setting and the city lights are beginning to appear.

It's not as hot as it was when we'd gone into the theater, there's a slight warm breeze and the way it feels against my skin is rejuvenating.

In few words, I can say this day has been adventurous. Yet, we still have lots of time on our hands. There's many things we can do opposed to earlier when I was grumpy and the sun wasn't letting up. But now that my mind's cleared and the sun is letting up, I'm finally able to think more.

"Where to next?" I ask Brolin.

All this time I haven't asked him what he's wanted to do, it's been all about me. He hasn't really mentioned to me his hobbies. The only skill I know of his is that he can play the ukulele. The more I realize I don't know much about him, the more I wonder about his life.

Brolin shrugs. "I don't care," he says, being his laid-back self.

I nod.

Maybe it's time to play 20 questions. He doesn't look as if he's trying to be distant or anything, if I go over our day together it's been all about ME ME ME. When I put it that way it makes it sound as if I'm a spoiled brat. Which it isn't far from the truth, if you know what I mean.

I started this day whining about how my dad could be losing his job—basically acting like a materialistic-spoiled damsel who can't make a dime for herself. When really, money doesn't make up your life, it's how you spend it and with who.

Brolin one time, hasn't complained to me at all about losing his job, his girlfriend breaking up with him, and his grandpa being in the hospital. I can assume that If he's taking a train up north to see his grandpa they must be close. He probably has one of those "close-knit" families, making me almost envy him.

"I wanna say 'take a picture it'll last longer'... but I really wanna know what's on your mind." Brolin says glancing at me. I feel a blush spread across my nose, embarrassed  I was caught gawking at him. I look down at the ground and sigh.

"Can you tell me some things about yourself?" I ask him finally.

I expect him to close-off at my question. But it's not as if I'm telling him to reveal a part of himself no one's seen before. I'm just wanting to know more about him.

"Like what?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

I shrug again, and purse my lips. "Where did you graduate? When's your birthday? How many siblings do you have?..."

He smiles. "Well... I graduated from UMD. I was born in 1995 and my birthday is November 29th... eh... I have two siblings—an older brother and a younger sister. What else?"

I grin. "What's the dumbest thing you've ever done? How many friends do you have? What are your hobbies."

"Will you answer the same questions after I'm done answering them," Brolin asks, eying me and mockingly putting his finger on his chin as if he's skeptical of me. I roll my eyes. Why not? It'd only be fair.