A conversation with Carl on the way to work this morning.
Chiara: Oh, man. I can’t believe I watched all those Liam Lynch movies. I am so tired today. So tired.
Carl: I can’t believe you did either.
Chiara: I couldn’t help it. I am desperately in love.
Carl: I know. I’m kind of in love too.
Chiara: Seriously. What’s not to like? He’s in a band…
Carl: Yeah, he’s in a band…
Chiara: Well, he sort of is a band.
Carl: Right, he is a band. He’s hot. And he makes stuff.
Chiara: Yup. Like that robot. And movies. And he writes songs. Plus he just seemed really nice. And he likes cats and has some good tattoos. I love him. That is all.
Carl: He works a lot though. I don’t know how well that would work out.
Chiara: Wait, for you or for me?
Carl: For you. I was thinking, well, this Liam’s a nice guy and everything, but he just works too much for Chiara. She wouldn’t like that.
Chiara: You’re probably right.
Carl: Now, with me, that would probably be all right. I mean, we could share the electronics bench, that would be nice.
Inside Chiara’s Head: “Sharing the electronics bench?” Is that some sort of euphemism there?