Amour

My roommate Erica took me out with her school friends to international night at Mix Club. Everyone gets a sticker of what country they're from. I was Brazilian. 

It was not totally my scene (and it wasn't because it smelled like B.O. and McDonald's Fries) but it was fun. 

Erica and I left and took the bus back to our house. Sitting in front of and facing me was a young French couple, also heading home for the night. Her head rested gingerly on his shoulder with her eyes closed. Then she yakked. All over his coat. He turned to her and kissed her forehead. That was amour.