One Summer
Three days at the end of a season, each one a little longer than it needed to be. The festival is loud somewhere else, and neither of you says anything about next year.
Three days at the end of a season, each one a little longer than it needed to be. The festival is loud somewhere else, and neither of you says anything about next year.
A borrowed kitchen, a room being emptied, two chairs in a waiting room. Nothing happens, and it is still there the next day.
Asking, this late, how the two of you actually met. The answer is built from who they are, so no two people give the same one.