When Willow was here, we ate at this bagel place like three times and every time we were in there, we saw this girl. She was about my height, short punky blonde hair, blue eyes, voluptuous lips, always wearing something funky. Too cool for school, some might say. The day before Willow left, we watched this girl order some food, sit down at the booth behind me and start to weep. Willow leaned over and whispered to me, "Tragically hip."
     We went on to talk about some other stuff but eventually found ourselves silent again. I nonchalantly craned my head around to see how the girl was faring. Her makeup had run slightly but she looked as though she'd come to some conclusion and had settled into appearing dashing and inapproachable. Willow told me I should put her in my film.
     Willow and I got into a conversation about how I should have a business card saying I was a filmmaker or a writer of some sort. She's right. If I'd had one on me at that moment, I could have turned around and told this girl I wanted her in my movie.
     She left soon after, leaving us to wonder why she was so sad.