“You remember how you asked me if I had any questions I wanted to ask you?”
We were seated on the park bench staring out into the open view of the park. “Well,” Lenka continued, “Is there anything you wanted to ask me?”
I repositioned myself on the wooden bench. “Yeah sure,” I replied. I wrapped my right arm around Lenka as she perched her head on my shoulder. I could feel the texture of her hair tickling the inside of my ear. I hesitated, thinking about what I could ask her. “What do you. . .” I was trying to find the right words. I could feel Lenka wondering what it was that could be of interest.
“What do you call the meal between lunch and dinner?” I said finally. I could feel Lenka’s eyes rolling on my shoulder.
“Jon.” she said naggingly.
I could feel Lenka’s cheeks smiling, “Uhh Linner! Duh!” she said lifting her head off my shoulder.
“No, maybe it’s sunch, like supper with lunch. Or dupper!” I continued, “Even though that would be both supper and dinner which wouldn’t make any sense because they’re both the same thing.” Lenka laughed and I made fun of the way she laughed, which caused more laughter. Lenka placed her head back on my shoulder as we continued to stare out at what was in front of us. We quieted down from random unusual talk about hybrid meals and just sat there enjoying what was left of the day before the sunset.
“I think we spend so much time analyzing things that we forget to see what’s in front of us.”
I could feel her smile from the corner of her cheek.
“You’re right,” Lenka said, content with not asking anymore than we already know. She just casually wrapped herself around me while we waited for the time to pass.
“I like slunch,” she replied smiling.