Fiction: Play the Game

As they walked from the car toward the restaurant, David hummed a few notes and fondly patted Laura’s right back pocket a few times.

“Got a song in your head?” she asked.

“One of Queen’s.” Before he could tell her which song, Laura spoke.

“If it’s Fat Bottomed Girls, you are a dead man.”

They stopped and he looked at her. The silence continued seven seconds longer than it should have before he replied, “Crazy Little Thing Called Love.”

“That’s nice.”

They walked on to the restaurant. David opened the door for Laura and switched his mental soundtrack to We Are the Champions.