Marv makes lampshades for a living. Sally is a pastry chef.

They are on a date.

At Kevin’s.

“The thing about lamps is that the light they give out is not diffuse enough. So it’d be blinding, if you didn’t use a lampshade.”

“Why don’t they just make lamps with built-in lampshades?”

A waitress rolled over on skates with two colas, one with a lemon but both with straws.

“Thanks.”

“Thanks.”

“I hate these straws.”

“Yes they are not good.”

“Sometimes they do make lamps with built-in lampshades, Sally. Well, I mean it’s a special coating that diffuses the light. Maybe you’ve seen them? Anyway it’s better to make the diffusion happen as far away from the bulb as possible. That’s my opinion, anyway.”

He takes a handful of Bombay mix from the bowl and cranes it into his mouth.

“I suppose so. So interesting Marv.”

Marv chews and crunches and licks the salt and paprika from his lips.

“What kind of pastries do you make, Sally?”