for: @ibrahim-ziani
location: 24 hour diner
“No tricks, no secret weapons - it’s the truth. Take a seat, you know I don’t bite; not since we were little, anyway. Are you hungry?” It was a standard late night diner, the type to serve innocuous food, but provide a venue for those convening at ungodly hours; half past midnight, was the time she’d sent to Ibrahim, requesting a meet up. Seated in a booth near the back, Úrsula was honest in her statement - a placid, friendly look, on her face. “We can put aside all the other shit for half an hour, right? You can just be you, and I’ll be plain old me - you can tell me how you’ve been, if you’re okay; if you’ve got a girl, etc etc.” What had seized her to reach out now, was a mystery even to herself; but Úrsula found herself craving old connections, wanting to revive friendships of the past. Whether she and Ibrahim could coexist for more than a meal, remained to be seen; yet she had a vague sense, of hope. “They’re shutting down the old movie theatre we all went to - health concerns. Only took them thirty or so years to notice.”