With the windows rolled down and the summer pop-punk music blasting, the two friends cruised the Garden State Parkway at 75 miles per hour, heading south onto the Jersey Cape as the sun disappeared to the west, its streaks reflecting off aviators while a salty scent of ocean air swept through the vintage 80’s K-car. Their conversation hadn’t stopped in over an hour…
“… It would be simple and affordable. And cute of course. I’d bring her a flower, but just one. Unless it’s a special occasion because I wouldn’t want to overdo it or freak her out. It wouldn’t be a rose either. They’re nice but for a simple date, I’d prefer something, I don’t know, more playful I guess.. like a white carnation.”
“Definitely! And I would leave something on her doorstep because its all about the surprises and what could be better than waking up to something like that?”
“See boss, we’re thinking on those courtly love levels again, and lets be honest with ourselves, that’s just not at all what they really want, even though they’ll say all day that it is.”
The song faded as the car slowed to a stop at the traffic light on Stone Harbor Boulevard, a place that was a heart ache for the driver. Don’t call me peanut by Bayside was next on the ipod shuffle.