"Damn, nice catch," my friend Sandra said to me, as I popped open the beer that she threw to me. "Nice throw. Almost gave me a black eye," I replied, taking a big gulp. She snorted and sat down next to me in an old lawn chair she pulled out of her mom's storage house. She sighed, ran her fingers through her long, sand colored hair, and leaned back in the chair. "Oh well," she mumbled, closing her eyes. "Yeah," I said, looking up at the sky. "When's it supposed to happen?" "Few minutes." "People aren't really freaking out. They're just sitting out here like us, waiting for it." "Yeah," I agreed.