"So, you're hitting on me now?"


"No, no. Why would I do that? I didn't know you're way funnier than me.

If you must know, I'm straight, like S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T, and couldn't have been any straighter in my life."


"Unbelievable. Here I thought you're flirting with me!"


"I would.  If, only if, I were a boy. But yeah, you see, I'm not."


"How old are you?"


"Twenty-one."


"You're young. I'm twenty-five."


"And you're old. That's another reason why I won't hit on you.

Older people just aren't in my taste. Amongst other things, you're a girl.

And the 'I'm straight' fact, yes."
 

--  She used to believe in that...                     

***


"Yeah. Twenty-one years of existence. Amongst other things, as she said it, the 'she's straight' fact. It hurts, right?"
 

"Cut it out.  I'm not even interested. Who gives a anyway? She's straight.  And too young.  I'm no e."
 

"Aha, got you! You've given it a thought, right? Hitting on her? Pfft, cradle-snatcher."
 

"The is wrong with you? You know fully well that I never hit on younger girls. They're too immature for me."
 

"Look who's talking."
 

"Did you just say?!"
 

"Nothing..."

-- and the Other was always unwavering                       

when it comes to this.                      

'till they met each other.