Updated — Blind Dating 2006

They talked for three hours. About how the L train was always broken. About the new Arcade Fire album. About how she’d once delivered a package to the actual Beastie Boys’ studio and pretended to be calm. About how he was writing a short story about a man who wakes up as his own voicemail greeting.

She scanned the room. Their eyes met. He lifted his book. She smiled—a small, guarded thing, like she wasn't sure she should. blind dating 2006

“Yeah,” he said, surprised. “That exact one.” They talked for three hours

She didn’t laugh. She nodded slowly. “That scene. On the beach. When the house is falling apart.” ” he said

She smiled. The real one this time. Wide and unguarded. “Tomorrow, then. 11 PM. I’ll bring the book.”