“The first date, and you think – she might be The One?” Dave said slowly.
“Yep,” said Egbert, picking up a potato wedge and dipping it momentously into the polystyrene mini-cup of sauce. “Pretty huge, huh?” The sauce dripped a bit onto his shirt.
Dave took another bite of burger. “Huge.”
Egbert took a napkin, and proceeded to try dab at the dripped sauce. It had more of a smearing effect, though.
“The One,” Dave repeated slowly. “How do you know?”
Wipe, smear, wipe smear. “Well, for a start, she didn’t laugh at my name,” said Egbert. “I thought that was a great start.”
Dave nodded, watching Egbert studiously work at the stained shirt. “That is a good start."
They ate in silence for a bit.
“And you know – she isn’t one of those women that just talks and talks,” Egbert added.
Dave nodded.
“More like someone you can just have your beer and chips with, you know?”
They carried on eating. Dave couldn’t help thinking that he was Egbert’s beer and chips guy. But a woman like that did sound like The One.