Movie Night
“I do realize I’m a bit older than you.”
“Thirty-two is not that much older.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.”
“But don’t you think you’re just at a different place?”
“A different place? No, I’m right here in London with you.”
“No, I mean a different place in your life. You just finished graduate school. You just started working and everything.”
A long pause.
“Do you think maybe it’s you that’s in a different place?”
A short sigh. “Maybe I am. I mean, maybe I’m bringing this up not because I’m older, but because – well – you’re younger. And I’m a damn workaholic, you know. And you’re so… yeah, you’re just so…”
“Young?”
“Twenty-five is not that much younger, though.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It’s just a different place in life, I suppose. I’m just saying that I’m not sure about how this works if you’re the kind of girl – “
“The kind of girl who what? Who goes out?”
“No, I don’t mean that at all –“
“Then what?”
“Just forget I said anything. Forget it, it’s fine. This is fine.”
“I thought we were just having fun. I mean, I don’t mind that you’re older. It’s nothing besides fun. Right now.”
A long pause.
“See, that’s just it, though.”
“What? What now?”
“To you, this is just fun.”
“And this isn’t fun to you?”
“Well, at the moment, not really.”
“Oh my God, why are you taking this so seriously? We were just going to sit and watch the movie and just – God, I mean – we were just going to hang out. Thirty-two-year-olds still just hang out, don’t they?”
“No, I’m not talking about today or the movie or anything. Just – okay, fine. Forget I said anything. It’s okay.”
“Okay, you’re – okay whatever. I’m forgetting you said anything.” A deep breath. “Okay, I’m good.”
“Okay, then.”
A long pause.
“Do you want popcorn?”
