At Least They're Committed

“Shhhh! We’ll be heard!”

“No, we can yell and still not be heard.”

“Then, why are we whispering?”

“Because this is just weird!” he scoffs, she peers over his shoulder.

“Ah, ya think?” she breathes. “So, nothing yet?”

“No,” he says. They’re crouching in the shadows in a faintly lit room.

“Bah!” she crawls on all fours under his arm and peers around the corner. “Can you prod a little?”

He scoots into the faintly lit room. “Perhaps, but looking around here, I don’t think there are many options.”

“Well, this weekend maybe?” she pouts. “I need to explain.”

“Maybe,” he says and they begin to fade.

“Meantime, I guess that answers the age-old question of boxers or briefs,” she chuckles.

“There is that,” he laughs, grabbing her hand and whisking her back from whence they came.