Hope and the GUY - let's call him MICKEY - are coming out of their minute long hug.
HOPE: You are a good hugger.
MICKEY: So are you.
MICKEY: You have some...smoke... or something on.... here.
Mickey wipes off some smoke dirt from the tip of Hope's nose, and wipes some glitter along the way.
HOPE: That stuff NEVER comes off. Ya gotta just roll with it.
MICKEY: I am.
Another awkward pause, while the dog is barking ferociously and pulling Mickey's pants down.
MICKEY: I'm sorry, he's just....scared or something. Steel what'd you want? Can't you see I'm having a moment here?! I'm sorry. Maybe, maybe you got some more water for him? Or Ice cream? I don't know, it's hot, it's hot.
HOPE: Yeah, water, sure. No Ice cream though. It's just for show. I'm vegan.
MICKEY: Oh, but the truck... Vegan. All right, that's dope. That's dope. You from Portland or something?
HOPE: Not even close.
Hope makes her way to the truck to bring some more water. Mickey fixes his hair and checks his underarms' smell while he eyes her, beaming.
MICKEY: Thanks. Thank you. And thanks for... for saving my ass with the fire.. that was. That was...I got no words. Magic or something. Yeah, magic.
HOPE: I KNOW! Like, I didn't know tears can be so powerful.
MICKEY: Not everyone's tears.
HOPE: No. Not everyone's.
HOPE: I hope your car is gonna work.
MICKEY: Hope so. She's an old buddy. We been goin' places you know?
HOPE: Oh yeah? Were you... where were you headed to?
MICKEY: Nah, I mean. SOMEWHERE. Just don't know where yet. I was driving at night and got pretty wiped out, so I anchored down side of the road. Couldn't see where I was you know? My headlight is... like, non-existent. Got trashed a couple of years ago. I know, I know I gotta fix it but, you know, life gets in the way sometimes. So yeah, I wake up here, finally seeing where I'm at, suddenly I notice this fire, I don't know how that happened, and I'm getting pretty freaked out about it, as one would. You feel me? And then YOU show up. Like, I'm in a dream or something....
HOPE: Oh hold on. I'm having a Deja Vu. I'm having a major epic DeJa Vu right now!
MICKEY: You wanna, wanna sit down or...
HOPE: This is such a trip! Like, I swear this already happened to me. Right here, what you just said. Like, I SWEAR it. So weird.
MICKEY: Yeah. Totally weird.
HOPE: You think I'm weird, huh? I get that a lot.
MICKEY: NO I think you're... I think you're...like, an angel or something. Saved my life like it was worth saving.
HOPE: It is.
HOPE: Every life is worth saving.
MICKEY: You sure you're not from Portland?
To Be Continued...
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman