On the Deck at Big Daddy's

Julia didn't want to be recognized so she removed her leopard skin pill box hat and put in on the table next to her Stella Artois draft. Ovid wanted to be recognized so he left his mask on his face while he sipped his Long Island Ice Tea.

Julian and Ovid were comfortable on the deck outside Big Daddy's Burger joint. "Hey look at that dude over there."

"Which dude? I see several."

"The guy with the beard. See that guy? The guy who looks like Hemingway mixed with Sean Connery except with better hair than both of them?

Ovid immediately knew which dude Julia was referring to.

"Oh yeah that guy, the guy with the SLR hanging around his neck?"

"Yeah, that guy. I'd call him the definition of a brown eyed handsome man."

"I don't know", said Ovid, the gray hair is more prominent than the eyes. I can't even tell what color his eyes are but the hair, Jeezuz Christ the hair."

"I love that whitish gray with the streaks of pure white which makes the gray look almost black in some places."

"I bet he was a teacher."

"He looks like the kinda guy who was handsome as a young man and grew even handsomer as he aged and wisdom started to replace impetuosity."

Julia asked, "Whaddya think he is now....a writer or a photographer?"

"Judging by the camera, I'd say he's a photographer who writes. You don't see a lot of SLRs around anymore. Or maybe he's a writer who loves photography." 

"Do you think he's famous?"

Ovid thought "dude" was probably as famous as he wanted to be, probably delighted with his obscurity although a little disappointed at how meager were the sales of his books.

Julia thought she might try to get his attention. She coughed and dangled a sandal. She ran her fingers through her hair.

She had no idea that she was a factoid and the dude she was dangling for knew exactly what she was doing, what she was drinking, what she was thinking.

He was Ice Rivers after all.

He had just taken some Xanax and Cialis.

What else could she think?

What else could she do?

Rivers had a few ideas about that as well. He made her even prettier, smarter and happier.

Seductive

Ovid was indeed a lucky masked man.

He knew what was happening.

He had a few suggestions of his own.

"Look, he's writing something" observed Julia. "let's go see if we can get a snoop.

They walked over to his table. He was expecting them but didn't want them to get suspicious.

Julia said "Ovid and I were watching you. We wondered if you were a writer."

Rivers smiled and said "some people might think that."

"Are you writing now?"

"I just started something. You want to read what I have so far."

"Would you mind, asked Julia."

"Not at all" answered Rivers . "Like I say, I just got started but here's what I have so far."

He showed them his tablet.

This is what he had written.