A woman answered, laughing, with a little curly-haired white dog that bounced up. “Down!” she told it, wiping her forehead, laughing again.
“The vacuum, um,” he said, smiling shyly. She was pretty.
“Vacuum?” (Now she was puzzled and pretty both.) “Oh! My treadmill! Down, Astra!”
“Astra,” he thought, and wondered if she liked the stars.
Image: Sloan Digital Sky Survey