Blue Sky

I was at the bakery (because how else do you kick off vacation?), and I was tongue-tied by the man who was presumably the owner. I don't know! Was I blushing? It felt like small talk that ran into overtime, but everything I said was stupid. This was the beginning.

“It’s such a nice day, isn’t it?”
“It certainly is.”
“I guess I need to read my widgets more closely.”
I laughed. “Well, I don’t have a smart enough phone to do that!”
“Me neither. I still have a flip phone. I meant on my computer…my five-year-old Mac, so…”
“Not exactly the cutting edge of technology?”
“But it’s how I check the weather every day.”
“It gives you what you need.”

Talking about the weather was never so charming.

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