The jeep lurched to a stop an inch before the parking barrier. The glow from inside the diner lit up the girls’ faces, and the one in the driver’s seat exposed her left cheek by nodding her head over.
“So.” she said, without anything else.
“Aren’t we going to get something to eat?” her friend said.
“Maybe, I’m not really hungry.”
“Then why’d we drive over here?”
The girl turned her head towards the diner.
“I want to talk; have some sort of conversation.”
There was a silence between them for a moment.
“How’s that novel of yours going?” her friend asked.
“Well I find writing the characters hard, for the most part. I can’t really get into the mindset of others who have experienced things I haven’t.”
She slung her arm on top of the open window sill and propped her head on her fist, exposing her elbow to the humid summer air.
“Do you have at least one character that’s you?” her friend asked.
“Make at least one character you.”
“It’s your story isn’t it?”
They sat lonely for a few moments, not looking at each other, but at the moon.
“Let’s get something to eat.” her friend said.