The Big Blue Spanish Sky

"X-Wing..." Andrew pointed.

"...Deathstar..." Jonathan murmured.

"...Vanilla milkshake..."

"Vanilla?"

"They're white," Andrew explained

"Oh...That one looks like 'David'..."

"Who?"

"It's a famous statue, dumbass."

"Oh..."

Long, silent minutes passed. Thick clusters of clouds continued their passage across the deep blue sky.

"...I'm sorry...You're not a dumbass."

"But I didn't know about the statue."

"That doesn't make you a dumbass. Just makes you a shitty Art History major..."

"...Oh...thanks..."

"...Welcome..."

Jonathan sighed and took Andrew's hand, shifting closer on the hot beach. Itchy sand crept under the collar of his shirt.

"...bunny..."

"...Ewok..."

"...Timothy Dalton..."

Jonathan sighed. Relationships were hard.