R & S like to hang out together.
Some people think it's because they have lived next to each other in the alphabet for so long.
I know it's because they're in love.

S took R out Saturday. She doesn't seem to get out much and, since she felt rich from a recent business reimbursement, she wanted them go on a date. No groups of his friends, no inclusions of her family or people she works with. Just the two of them.

There is a lovely walk down less trafficked, tree shaded streets between his place and the neighborhood restaurant that passes for posh. It was still early evening and it would have been a lovely walk if S hadn't been worried about the timeline and if her conversation didn't verge on harassment of a dead horse.

R let all of this slide. A well rehearsed tease and, like half of an old married couple, he tuned her out. Dinner was followed by a bit of comedic theater and 2 pitchers of unknown mixed liquors. Needless to say by the time they left he had forgotten about her rambling nagging attempts that pass for interlude to conversation and thought she was the most beautiful clever woman in the world.