Characters:
OLD MAN: Sitting on a park bench, feeding imaginary birds.
TEENAGER: Wearing headphones, looking at a phone, sitting on the same bench.
(A long silence as the OLD MAN tosses "bread" onto the pavement.)
TEENAGER: (Removes one headphone) You know there aren't any birds, right?
OLD MAN: Of course I know. If they were real, they’d be making a mess of my shoes.
TEENAGER: Then why are you doing it?
TEENAGER: (Laughs slightly) What do you tell them?
TEENAGER: (Looks at the phone, then puts it in a pocket) I’m just looking for a bus schedule.
OLD MAN: Did you find it?
TEENAGER: No. My battery died.
OLD MAN: (Pats the bench) Good. The invisible pigeons were just about to tell me a story. You should stay. They’ve got great imaginations.
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