Frozen Drinks on Summer Days

My friend Shanks is briefly visiting the city for a few days. He, Ilajna and I met in the evening at the Union Square park. It was a hot and sultry day, where even sitting still was too much of an activity. We headed to the bar in the middle of the park, bought ourselves some frozen margaritas, and sat sipping contently on the stone steps.

There was a man beside us sitting partly in shadow, partly in light, resulting in a strangely dappled appearance. Shanks and Ilajna engaged in a debate over whether one of his socks were pink and the other white (Shanks) or whether his socks just appeared different coloured because of the light illusion (Ilajna). There is much to be said for female practicality and logic.