The Unbearable Lightness of a Saturday Night

“Is this seat taken?”
Male turns, sees short blonde female. Faded jeans, scuffed up sneakers, long cardigan. Pleasant smile.
“No,” male answers. “It isn’t.”
“Can I buy you a beer?” female asks.
Male nods and watches in silence as female orders.
Pointing to the paperback on the counter top in front of him female asks male what he’s reading.
“Kundera.”
“Ah…, and whom do you side with? Him or Nietzsche?” female says.
“I don’t analyze; I just read.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Maybe,” male says lifting his beer.
“Well, I’m with Kundera,” female says with a smile. “Let’s go to my place.”