An Evening Of Theory

Wisps of warm steam curled up from the hot coffee before them, unnoticed. Their attention was unfixed, but aimed out the window at the lazily falling snow. Smiles rested placidly on their faces as they spoke.

"Bridget." He said.

"Bridget." She replied, not an agreement, just an affirmation.

Silence hung between the couple for a time. The coffee shop bustled around them, but at their table by the window, in their world, there was only the softly falling snow and each other. There was nothing more needed.

"No." She decided. "It doesn't fit on my tongue right." She turned her gaze to her partner, her smile languidly following. "Emily?"

"Emily." He spoke, rolling it over in his mouth. His head bobbed back and forth, considering. "I think I know too many Emilys." He shrugged.

Silence fell over them again. Without thinking, their hands found each other across the table. If either noticed, they made no mention of it.

"Carrie." He offered, unenthusiastically.

"Carrie." She considered.

Her free hand found her coffee, and took a sip. She sighed contentedly.

"No."

And so their conversation went, unresolved. Until the coffee had dissappeared and the snow had stopped and they went home to put into practice their evening of theory.