Elsa stared out the window of the passenger seat, mesmerized at the bright city lights.
Mikey raised an eyebrow. “We’re just driving in the car.”
“We used to drive out to the city and just wander. Sometimes we would stop at that diner, or sometimes we would go to the old park next to our school. Most of the time we just drove though, and listened to music.”
She smiled, but he didn’t see it. “Of course.”
It felt weird hearing all about Elsa’s personal relationship, so Mikey decided to contribute a little bit. “Me and my brother don’t do much. We usually just sit in our basement and read comics, or listen to music.”
This time he saw her smile. “Like Radiohead?”
He turned his head to face her and replied. “Of course.” A small smile tugged at his own lips.
The car was quiet for a few more minutes, as Mikey drove with the general mass of cars on the street.
“Can we stop there?” Elsa was looking at an empty park. By now, no one would be jogging or walking their dogs on the trail, anyway.
He parked the car in a space for a small store and they got out, crossed the street, and sat on one of the outer park benches. The streetlamp next to them flickered to life.
“Sometimes, my sister and I used to come to this park, specifically… when I was younger, she would pick me up from school, and drive me to that ice cream shop right there.” Elsa pointed at the store that Mikey had parked next to; it was still open, the interior bright. “I would get triple chocolate in the cone, and she always got pistachio. That was the weirdest thing to me, ever.” She laughed. “And we would cross the street, just like you and I did right now, and sit on this bench, and watch people walking by.”
It was a nice story. It reminded Mikey of his brother. He found himself smiling again.
“My brother never really did that stuff with me when I was younger. We were really close, but he usually stayed home. I always stayed with him, and we would talk about
everything- he introduced me to some really good bands, and his favorite comics and movies… sometimes he would tell me about his thoughts on certain topics, and I would tell him mine… sometimes we just sat in his room, and he would play music.”
Elsa smiled. “That sounds nice. My sister was really social, and she didn’t get to spend that much time with me as she got older… it was sad, because she was my best friend. But then I got older, and I didn’t need her as much as I used to.”
Something sounded wrong with Elsa’s words, but Mikey brushed it off.
They sat in silence again, except for the wind, and the rustling of dry leaves, and the crickets, and the passing cars.
Elsa got up and looked at Mikey. “You ready to go?”
They crossed the street. Elsa slowly got into the car and buckled up, while Mikey quickly ran into the ice cream store, getting her a double chocolate on the cone. He got himself a pistachio.
When he handed the ice cream to Elsa, surprise crossed her face, but then she beamed. “Thank you,” she said, accepting it.
They continued to drive around the city.