It’s a summer night and there is a warm breeze.
G and H sit on lounge chairs on the patio.
In the distance, you can hear the constant hum of the highway.
Well, except for H eating chips. H finishes a bag of chips.
G: It’s like I can hear the moment your teeth hit the chip. Like the chip’s like “oh my god don’t eat me”– crunch! Like there’s no escaping these teeth.
G: I’m just saying that it’s like bam! Another chip just completely in shambles. I mean do you ever stop to think that that bag of chips has feelings? Like maybe you shouldn’t crunch them so loud.
H: These ones are good.
G: Everytime I see you now all you eat is one thing. Like-
G: Like noodles exclusively. No sauce, no veggies or meat or cheese, just nothing.
H: I like what I like.
G: But it’s constantly changing. How am I supposed to keep track?
H makes the “I don’t know” sound and shrugs.
G: That’s all you’re gonna say, like I gotta keep guessing?
H: why not?
G: Because you’re completely unpredictable!
H: You give me too much credit. I like what I like. Last week, oranges. Before that, noodles. Before that… uhh…
G: Salad dressing.
H: Oh you are keeping track. Huh…
H: No, just like that takes so much time to do that.
H: So… are you trying to get something on me? Like something you can use against me later?
G: What? No! That’s ridic-
H: Is it?
H has finished the chips at this point.
G: I’m trying to get to know you.
H: Well, don’t be mad.
H: Why don’t you just ask me some questions or say how’s your day or something?
G: Because that’s so boring. People lie with politeness so they don’t ever show themselves.
H: …so you creepily track someone’s food habits.
G: Well, I mean, it’s just one thing…
H:… there are others?
G forces a big smile.
G: What? Look it’s totally notmal stuff.
H: When you describe something as normal it usually isn’t.
G: Look, this is besides the point.
H: Okay, listen, I got an idea.
G: What is it?
H: A way for you to know me.
H stands up and pulls G up by ghe hand.
G: Where are we going?
H: Oh just into the world of my imagination. Come on!
G: Wait, what?
H: You’ll like it. It’s a little weird, but you’ll have fun.trust me.
H: Just come on.
G and H walk into another realm.