(Ping Pong table, Chateau Marmont. Photo by David Swanson)
I was pinning. He saw me pin this image. He said, "That's so you."
This is one for my Scenery department, a visual prop that I will weave into some story, plop a handful of people into...or just a couple...
Their eyes met, and he gestured at the table, had a ball in mid air aiming at her before she could take her position.
"Ah! Hey!" Her drink sloshed, held up in defense. She giggled. "Hold on, hold on..." Another sip. "Hydration. Okay," she set the drink down, picked up a paddle, nodded, got serious.
"That was a foul ball, according to international table tennis rules."
He laughed. "Just warming up."
She thought about that, knotted her hair with itself into a bun at the nape of her neck.
"I believe talking is also a violation of the rules." She squinted, struck a dramatic pose, laughed again.
Under her breath, "Not that I'm one to play by the rules. Ready?"
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