A couple at the annual street festival. They are sitting on a bench. Next to each other. Both licking their ice creams. 'What's your choice?' 'Peppermint, Hazelnut.' 'Why haven't you taken the same for me? I said, if they have it, I want them. Why do I have mango and cherry?' A surprised, almost irritated look, the hand with the ice cream turning into a gesture of offer. No reaction. No affection. 'Seriously? You are a legend.' The ony response. Dry. Cynical. For the rest of their time.
She's sitting next to them, watching their show, thinking: 'Where the fuck is the drama, woman?'