At the beginning of the work day, Meghan sat at her desk waiting for Daniel to arrive. Ever since he started at the office, she’d wanted to get to know him better. As he slipped past the front door, she took a deep breath.
“How was your weekend? Did you watch any of the royal wedding?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t waste my time,” scoffed Daniel.
“Not a royal watcher, huh?” she replied.
“I don’t like watching the wedding videos of family and friends, so why would I watch one of complete strangers?” he asked.
Her heart sank. “What a romantic you are,” she asked.
“The royal family’s the world’s most expensive reality show.”
“Sure, but it’s followed by billions.”
“There’s no accounting for taste,” said Daniel.
“Well, I like it. Don’t you ever wonder what it’d be like to be royalty?”
“Why not? It’s fun.”
“I’d rather enjoy what I have than pine for things I’ll never get,” said Daniel.
“You have no imagination,” concluded Meghan. He mood was turning sour.
“I don’t confuse imagination with fantasy.”
“Fantasy is make believe. It’s not real. It can never be. Imagination is opportunity. It’s what fuels creativity. One is ultimately hollow and empty. The other is ambitious and hopeful,” explained Daniel.
“Wow,” exclaimed Meghan, “That’s remarkably thoughtful.”
“Are you surprised?”
“You don’t exactly strike me as philosophical,” sniped Meghan.
“What led you to that conclusion? The fact that I think wedding videos are stupid? Or that the royal family is a waste? Just because I don’t think like you doesn’t mean I don’t think.”
“Well, yeah. That’s true. I knew that.”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Right.”
“What? So now you think less of me? It works both ways, you know,” Meghan pushed back.
Daniel smiled. “You got me. I have nothing to say to that.”
“It does prove one thing, though.”
Daniel shrugged. “Actually, I got nothin’. I just needed a way to end this conversation. I got to get to work.”
Meghan rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless.”
She watched as he walked to his cubicle. Now he intrigued her even more.