The That Date

The New Yorker sign was still bright red. He put on his black tee, the last piece of his clothing lying on the floor, the first piece that he took off earlier that date. He pulled out his phone, tapped for a few moments, raised up his head, with his satisfied look, uttered “it will be here in 5 minutes”.

They knew what the time they spent was going to be. There was silence that needed filling. And right then, the Bluetooth speaker started playing…