“I cannot believe it’s already June,” Holly said with a sigh as she carefully stretched her arms over her head so as to not spill her coffee.
It was the first Sunday in June, and the best friends were seated on their favorite bench next to the river. It was a gorgeous day, but Aaron was still a grumpy old fart.
“Why don’t you believe it?” he caught her by surprise with his snappy response. “All my life, June has followed May. It’s just the natural order of things. Why are you so caught off guard by the fact that about ninety-five days into the year, it’s June?”
Holly took a long sip of her coffee and stared at him. She was giving him time to apologize, change his attitude, or get a running head start before she pounced on him to kick his obnoxious ass.
Unsurprisingly, Aaron chose none of those options.
“Unless I missed a memo, time continues to pass at the same rate,” he continued after pausing for a long sip of Snapple to fuel this rant. “There are still twenty-four hours in a day, sixty minutes in an hour, and sixty seconds in a minute. So to imply that time has moved any quicker, thereby stunning you into accepting that it is, in fact, June 5, is preposterous!”
“Are you finished?” she asked calmly as she placed her coffee cup next to her on the bench.
“That depends,” he replied. “Are you done making stupid comments?”
Holly rolled her eyes. Most days, she could handle whatever nonsense spilled out of Aaron’s mouth. Truth be told, his wild rants usually entertained her.
Today, however, was different. She wasn’t in the mood to sit there and take it.
“Aren’t you the one who’s always rambling on about time travel and how it would affect, and possibly even compress the current time line for those simply living their lives?” Holly challenged.
“Don’t bother answering that,” she quickly advised. “It was a rhetorical question. You see, I know that you ramble on incessantly about time travel because you did so on our one and only date. In fact, it was a leading factor in my deciding that a second date wasn’t necessary.”
Aaron stared at her without blinking. He was like a deer caught in the headlights of his best friend’s anger, and he didn’t know how to react.
When she pulled out the big gun, aka their date, he knew he was in for major trouble.
Holly sipped her coffee and stared at him.
Her icy glare made Aaron so uncomfortable that he shifted his position on the bench.
“It’s quite possible that time travelers are at work around us without our knowing about it,” he continued. “If that is the case, it very well could make the passage of time feel truncated to us. So you very well might be surprised to look at a calendar and see that it’s already June.”
“Just don’t let it happen again,” she replied sternly.
When she lowered her coffee cup, however, there was a smile on her beautiful face.
Aaron let out a sigh of relief.
“When I get home, I’m going to work on my time machine,” he informed her. “First place I’m going whenever it’s done is five minutes ago so that this conversation never takes place.”
“Oh, it will still take place,” Holly corrected him. “The difference is you’re not going to be a total dick about my opening statement the second time around.”
“Agreed,” he answered with a smile. “Second trip might be back to our date so that I never mention time travel.”
Holly nodded. “Sounds like an excellent plan…”