Frank Sinatra: What’s new?
How is the world treating you?
Woman: Oh wow, hi, it’s good to see you, how did you know I work here?
Frank Sinatra: You haven’t changed a bit
Lovely as ever
I must admit
Woman: Well thanks, that’s–
Frank Sinatra: What’s new
how did that romance come through
Woman: Pardon me?
Frank Sinatra: We haven’t met since then
Woman: Yeah, I moved three states away
*voice drops to a funereal groan*
Gee but it’s nice
to see you
*gazes at her with mournful eye as she becomes visibly more uncomfortable; finally breaks the silence*
Probably I’m boring you
Woman: No no, of course not, it’s just that I should probably go see if that table wants–
Frank Sinatra: But seeing you is grand
And you were sweet
to offer me
Frank Sinatra: I understand
Woman: Do you though?
Because you’re still holding it.
Frank Sinatra: Adieuuuuuuuu.
Pardon my asking what’s new.
Woman: So when you said adieu, that meant you weren’t going, good, great, glad we’re on the same page.
Frank Sinatra: Of course you couldn’t know
I haven’t changed
Woman: I can tell
Frank Sinatra: I still love you so.
Wait so you just decided to pop by my job in the middle of the lunch rush to
Frank Sinatra: Gee but it’s nice to see you again.
*Woman slowly works her hand free; Sinatra leans against wall looking debonair and martyred*
Frank Sinatra: WHAT’S NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW
Woman: Ok, ok, what’s new, sure, we can chat about that. For starters–
Frank Sinatra: PROBABLY I’M BORING YOU
but seeing you is so grand
Woman: So you’ve said
Frank Sinatra: And you were
Frank Sinatra: sweet
Frank Sinatra: to offer me
Frank Sinatra: Your hand.