The Beautiful People



Sara and Johnny waited as the hot dog vendor severed them from his metal traveling cart.  Condiments in place they journeyed over to the wooden bench that rested on the cusp of the park.

"So does it bother your family that you moved out here to L.A.?  Living here by yourself?" He asked.

"Well.  I think they worry about..." Sara looked up at Johnny and placed her hot dog filled hands down on her lap.  "Do you really want to hear about this?" 

She was skeptical...surely there must be something better in his life that he could be enjoying.

Johnny continued to chew with raised brow as he wondered about her hesitation.  Swallowing he tried to reassure Sara of his interest, "Yeah.  I mean if...I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry."

"No," Sara shook her head.  "It's not that.  I just..." Sara looked around at the busy people all moving with direction in their lives.  "I just have to think there is something better you could be doing with your self right now.  Something interesting." she mocked.

"Like what?" he laughed.

"I don't know.  Like sipping champaign while you read screen plays with other movie stars.  Filming in some exotic location.  Having brunches and late night dinners with the beautiful people."

Johnny laughed at her naive take on the life of a celebrity.  "The Beautiful people?" he questioned.

"Yeah.  You know.  The fit and trim.  The people with the perfect skin."  Sara smiled at him as she made fun of his kind.  "Men that wear nice belts with all of their pants and the women with," she took a deep breath, "the expensive shoes and," she reached for the lock of frizzy red frump that had wandered over to her shoulder and held it out to him, "with great hair control."

Johnny laughed again at her and took another bite.  Swallowing he told her, "I am having lunch with beautiful people."

Sara glared at him a moment not sure how to react.  She fought back her tremendous smile as she allowed just a small flirty one escape her lips.  Then she brought her bun filled with questionably processed meat back to her lips and took a bite...now, at that moment, she was happy that she had decided against the chili topping.

 

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