[It stops him for a minute, and he traces his thumb across the picture as if he could magnify it somehow. He's met her, older, and never mentioned it. It could be.]
You're blonde, in this. [He admits, although she's not to know that she will be.] So you think we showed up from some point in our future just to cuddle on your couch?
[The idea isn't terrible. Maybe he's reading the desperation into the hunch of his shoulders, the pity into her eyes. Photographs can lie.]
☎ CALL
You're blonde, in this. [He admits, although she's not to know that she will be.] So you think we showed up from some point in our future just to cuddle on your couch?
[The idea isn't terrible. Maybe he's reading the desperation into the hunch of his shoulders, the pity into her eyes. Photographs can lie.]