Lola

             She slipped off the stool, asked me to babysit her beer while she peed, and I nodded, turned and smiled at him in what i thought would turn into an uncomfortable silence filled with our unfamiliarity; we'd reintroduced ourselves yet again but I wasn't sure what there was to say. He reached for his back pocket. "Do you smoke?" "Yeah....if I can bum one..." He smiled, rubbing his sweaty hair.
             In the other room he stuck a cigarette between his lips as we stood in the doorway, pulled out a book of matches then remembered and offered me the pack, cupped his hands around a flame as I inhaled. We wove around the boys playing pool to find familiar faces in the nook in the back; he sat on the table and I folded myself onto the floor, looking around and smiling faintly as introductions were made and beers were compared.
             "You look like Lola."
             I looked up, laughing, "Who's Lola?"
             "Lola from Run Lola Run. You know." I claimed it was just the hair but he shook his head, no, no it's her style too, it's the tilt of my head.