This was a part of a sketch called Last Comic Standing, which we couldn’t do this Pif and will be doing next Pif.
… We didnt have much to speak about, but the weather. And the weather was cold and cloudy. She was wearing a comfy purple sweater and one of those pants which comes to, well, here. Capris? And those tiny socks. Striped. With canvas shoes. With a little bit of her leg showing up from her ankle. We sat in a bookstore and I read her a passage from one of my favourite books. She sat listening in her measured self and let out small giggles when she would let herself laugh. After a while we left, and stood listening to the grand piano. She there, with her capris with leg slightly showing, looking the way she was looking. Me, trying to lean and smell her neck.
Then we went to get a cup of coffee. Cold i think. Cold coffee. The shop was slightly crowded and we waited for our coffee. She, there, with her capris with legs slightly showing, looking the way she was looking. Me, with my fingers on the small of her back. We walking with our coffee to the gand piano and sat close by. Classical background music. Good weather. It was so beautiful. That day. Her, with her capris, looking the way she was looking.
We walked out to the road. The sky colour just a little lighter than the road colour. The chill. She walked with her hands in her pockets. Me, with my left hand in my jacket, right on her hips. It started raining slightly and we ran into a dark little recess. She, with her capris, looking the way she was looking, and looking over my shoulder, we peered onto the road waiting for the rain to end. Actually. Not waiting for anything. It was just a pretty moment. One of those. The weather. She, with her capris, looking the way she was looking…. (this is when the narrator (me) gets shot.)
