I have a ticket to a movie at the film festival and Naomi decides to go too. She goes outside to smoke, while I shut down my PC. I stroll out onto the sidewalk, catch a glimpse of someone on the periphery and turn my head with a, ready to go?, look. I’m expecting Naomi, but it’s my neighbor Darien, heading inside. I plant my feet in the sidewalk and turn my head in both directions, trying to spot Naomi.
“How’s it going?”
“Good,” I crane my neck to look behind Darien.
“Where you headed?” He steps into the doorway and finds his keys.
“I’m going to see a movie.” I step closer to the curb and try to look around the corner of the building to see if she’s in front of the other entrance. But I’d need x-ray vision.
“What are you going to see.”
I’m not prepared to give the title and then rattle off a synopsis – so I answer vaguely, “A documentary at the film festival.”
“You going alone?” This is usually the case when we pass each other here.
At this point I must be spinning around in circles and looking up in the sky to see if she’s hovering above us. “No, I expected, . . . I’m looking . . . for my friend . . .”
I can see into Darien’s mind at this point: “Ah yes, his friend.” That’s what I’d be thinking anyway.
Just then, Naomi steps out from amongst the cars parked across the street.
“There she is. See you later, Darien.”