Boardwalk Bingo

"Listen to this," she began, as they swung hands walking along the boardwalk. "What if there were a game for people-watchers at the beach called Boardwalk Bingo?"

"Explain," he says, looking over to her. Her eyes are bright with the reflection of boardwalk rides.

"Well, you could have a square for 'kids crying because their parents are making them leave the arcade,' and 'bros in bro tanks,' 'thirsty girls in crop tops and booty shorts'... the list goes on."

"I see." He shakes his head with a sheepish smile.

"I think I should patent it right now," she says as she throws back her shoulders. "A square for someone losing their ice cream. One for weekenders. One for someone who won the biggest stuffed animal in an arcade game. The possibilities are endless."

The ocean hummed in the distance as they strolled up the boardwalk, away from the crowds and the smells of popcorn and funnel cake. The sand dunes took the place of strollers to their left and teenagers on their right, and the stars became brighter in the cool, humid night. Houses sat in the darkness, the glow of their lights peeking through the night shyly.

He thought about her idea, glancing over at her staring longingly into the sky, and let it roll around in his mind for a while. She forgot to mention one square though, he thought, a man looking at his lady like she's the most treasured person on this earth.