Dinner

"Pass the salt please," a young man of about twenty-four asks from across the table. His eyes piercing green with a muscular physique obtained from five to six days a week at the gym, for three to four hours a session nonetheless. He is a model starting out his career which had the potential of going for years. He is the cliché "everyone wanted to either be with him or just be him" deal. His grandfather is the opposite, a rather frail old man who always claims to be eighty-five years young and never had charmingly good looks throughout any portion of his long life. He married a while back to a rather plain woman, but they were happily married for fifty-three years until she passed away.

The grandfather stares wearily back at his grandson and, while shaking, slowly reaches for the salt to pass along. The grandson smiles and waits, although mentally cursing out his grandfather's pace... "fucking slow ass MOVEEEEE." The grandson would not even be there if not for the duress of his mother, but he sits there forcing a smile as his grandfather takes his time passing the salt. The two have little to converse about either, even though the grandfather has been through several wars and experiences that the grandson could never even imagine having happened; yet the second hand on the clock is more loquacious than they are.

"Thanks," the grandson utters while barely looking at his grandfather. He pours a little on his french fries while texting his friend about plans for after this dinner with someone who he has been interested in for about a month now.

"What are you doing?" the grandfather inquires.
"Texting," the grandson responds.
"I miss when you actually had to walk to your friend's house to do that," is the response, rather predictably.
"Yeah well now we have phones gramps."
"You don't even look at me anymore though."
"I am right now!" his voice becomes a little louder.
"Don't you want to learn more about where you came from."
"No, I want to learn about where I am going, more specifically in the next hour after this."

The two become increasingly louder with each other. The grandfather though, realizing he will lose and fatigue easily, decides to concede the debate over to his younger counterpart. The grandson continues to text while the grandfather continued to eat his meal. Time slowly passes by when finally the two both finish their meal in silence.

"Well this has been fun gramps, but I am going to head out." the grandson says.
"It was nice seeing you," ironic in sentiment, responds his grandfather.

The grandson walks out the door and into his car. He calls his friend on the phone and starts the ignition.

"Hey yeah, I am finally out of that hellhole, I can be over your place and you're alone right?..."

As he begins to drive, the conversation between him and his friend continues about what they plan on doing with a free house without roommates. The two have been trying to hook up for weeks now and this is their first free moment between them. Although they have not been dating, the two have been more or less anticipating that would be the outcome of all of this. He hops on the freeway and speeds quickly and begins to merge.

"I cannot wait there are so many things I want to do to you..."

As he finishes the word, he quickly jets back and forth between traffic but misjudges the speed of one car, clips it and begins tumbling rapidly towards the divider. After a huge audible crash, the car begins to go up in flames.