Instant (in a) Camera - III

She was pretty and that made him pretty uncomfortable as he always had a problem talking to pretty girls. so, after a week of nervously smiling at eachother, putting up with those uncomfortable silences, talking in phrases wondering all the time about the right word and gesture - they finally got sometime for themselves in the middle of night, in the middle of the road and surprisingly, were close to starting a conversation. Just as he rehearsed his oft-quoted joke as the ideal start to the conversation, someone from behind exclaimed that the moon is so beautiful. "Where's the moon?", she asked searching the black expanse above while he rose to the challenge, looked in every nook and corner he could see beyond those long trees and sprawling sky scrapers, finally found it and exclaimed in eureka-ish excitement, "There it is! There it is!" and saw her already gazing at it since ages. She came out of her reverie and asked him what is it he's so excited about and he said, "I am sorry you have already spotted it. I was looking out for the moon for you", and smiled sheepishly. "Just a little ... a trifle late" she said and smiled at him. That very second, Two little angels stood on each other's heads and did a tap dance - "I am such a loser", he thought in his own gruff, loud voice. "That was so sweet", she probably thought in her soft, silky tone.