It was dark when we got to the intersection, the streets completely deserted. The night was much warmer than we had any reason to expect, but the air still held the chill of early autumn. Signs taped to telephone poles and stop signs led us down streets and around corners until we suddenly found ourselves in the Lost Horizon Night Market.
Walking home from work the other day, on the phone with A, I got a strange look from the man in front of me. I finished up the phone call with the usual lovey-dovey goodbye and looked up to find the guy still looking at me.
I realized that he probably thought I’d been expressing my undying love for him, so I held up my phone and said, “not you.”
He smiled, held up his phone, and said, “We’re on the same program.”