Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact in the course of a life.
May 23rd was a Wednesday.
Girl: Are you interviewing?
Girl: Are you interviewing.. . for the (pauses) position?
Boy: Oh yeah. Why are you?
Boy: Uh-hummm.. . my competition.
Girl: It would appear.
Boy: Yeah, so.. . (pauses) a litle awkward.
Boy: Well, uhhh.. . I hope you.. . uhmmm… don’t get the job.
Girl: I hope you don’t get the job.
Boy and girl laughs softly.
Girl: Have I seen you before?
Boy: Me? I don’t think so.
Girl: Do you ever (pauses) go to Angela’s Plaza?
Boy: Yes. Tha-that’s like my favorite spot in the city.
Girl: (Stutters) Yeah ok, except for the parking lots. But…
Boy: Yeah, yeah. I agree.
Girl: Yeah, yeah. I think I’ve seen you there.
Boy: I haven’t seen you.
Girl: You must not have been looking.
If Tom had learned anything it was that you can’t describe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence. That’s all anything ever is… nothing more than coincidence.
Other Guy: Tom Hanson.
Other Guy: Come on back.
Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate. Nothing is meant to be. He knew. He was sure of it now. Tom was.. .
Boy: Sorry. Ummm… I just left ahhh… can I? One second.
He was pretty sure.
Girl: You again?
Boy: Yeah. I ahhh.. . was just wondering if maybe after this if, uhmmm.. . you’d (pauses) wanna get some coffee or something?
Girl: Ahh, I’m sorry I’m sort of supposed to meet someone after this.
Boy: What’s that?
Girl: Why not?
Boy: Ok. Well then I’ll just ahhh.. I’ll just wait for you.. .
Girl: We.. . we’ll figure it out.
Boy: We’ll figure it out.
Boy: My name’s Tom.
Girl: Nice to meet you. I’m Autumn.