I show up at the bank in a leather jacket and refuse to take my sunglasses off despite being indoors, away from the sun’s harmful rays. I also refuse to put out my cigarette despite being indoors, and the sprinklers go off, dousing us all in wet desperation and rainy romance and lust. You rush towards the exit with a folder full of checks and financial documents shielding your head from the waterworks, but I stop you and reel you in close like a dance partner. I let my soggy cigarette fall from my mouth and onto the floor as I whisper in your face that my top three favorite movies are Die Hard, Die Hard 2, and Die Hard with a Vengeance and that I’d love to go on a date with you some time – maybe see a movie.
