I'm at the sushi bar and there's a guy about Boxters Age and a girl about my age next to me. She's 1000% an escort. He gave her a "gift" when she arrived and she went to the bathroom immediately to presumably check the cash. The box was gone and no mention of the gift when she came back.
About 15min in they start discussing other experiences they've had. This will be interesting.
Staying with our lyrics theme:
Hey nineteen
That's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember Queen of Soul
It's hard times befallen soul survivors
She thinks I'm crazy but I'm just growing old
Hey nineteen
(no we got nothing in common) We can't dance together
(no we can't talk at all)