The lights flickered. The tv they had not actually looked at in 10 minutes flashed off. They both sat with their feet on the coffee table, staring at their phones. One of her legs casually draped over his. At the first flicker their eyes darted up, then looked at each other.
“Was it supposed to be this windy?” she asked. The lights went out again and did not come back on. Her phone disconnected from the internet it refused to load the article she was so close to finishing.
“I didn’t think it was going to be this bad, but you never know. It is New England” he replied, pushing back one of the curtains to look outside. The sun set hours before but the streetlight illuminated the blizzard outside. The snow blew in drifts down the sidewalk and covered the cars so they were almost invisible.
They put their phones down for the first time in a couple hours. She leaned her head against the back of the couch and looked at him.
“No lights, no internet… whatever will we do with ourselves” she grinned.