"So you know nothing about modern rock music?" He was playful and free with her now, much more easy than he had ever felt neccessary in previous hours. They had shared something more important and now they could be open.
"Well, I suppose you could put it that way," God it felt good to allow a twinkle in her eye as they barely held hands and walked down the board walk, chilly but bathed in a white sun. The kind of sun that only shines for pseudo-new lovers, barefoot on the beach while eating soft serve ice cream and squinting their eyes to smile. "I know a lot about Elvis, and Dino, and Michael Buble."
"Who? Nevermind... I suppose you can live your live just fine without knowledge that is deep and meaningful"
"Meaningful, huh?"
Just a snapshot of what two poeple who like to walk on the beach together in flip flops without sunglasses while kites are flying and dogs are barking might discuss. Small things that are said quietly or screamed calmly depending upon the roar of the ocean, the din of the arcades, the hum of the giggle of small children.
Just a little mark of freedom in thought and in action that Benny really ddin't know how much she had missed.
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