Sitting in front of them, I see those two pairs of eyes shining so bright. I notice them, stealing glances at each other, while they try to make a conversation with me. The flashback of him stepping down on an escalator and turning towards me to look me in the eyes makes me smile.
His hand reaching for hers and her fingers softly drawing random figures on his palm catches my attention and I remember how we used to hold hands, during the drives back to home.
He pulls her towards himself and they both giggle as she stares at him with fake anger and slaps his arm. He pulls her closer and the image of him holding me inside an ice skating rink and whispering to me, "See! We're dancing" floats in front of my eyes.
I think of the long drives, the spontaneous dinner dates, the vodka and cards, embarrassing dance moves, very first driving lesson and every little thing and close my eyes. Lost in each other, they don’t notice that I’m getting lost in my own world. And suddenly, he is at two places at the same time, a different person in front of me and another, inside my brain.
They somehow, realize, I am still around. She asks me, about the forgotten friendship and I mention to her an incident, when I and her boyfriend went on a late night drive. The sound track “Cheap Thrills” playing in his car, both of us singing along loudest possible and I pulled his cheek, every time the lady from inside the music player screamed "but I got you baby!" As I take a pause while narrating the story, he looks at me astonished, his voice filled with disbelief, he tells her, this has never happened. I wink with a cunning smile and tell them, "I have started writing fiction."