when a door closes...

while the two Zoes were reassuring each other that they weren't the evil twins from a B-movie, their phones rang: it was a text from their boyfriend Mark.

at the same time they said: wow our phones are in tune

they read Mark's text

I'm sorry honey, I had a problem with my motoclyle, don't worry I'm fine, but I think we should postpone.

the Zoes commented at the same time: shit.

Future Zoe added: what were you saying before going out with yourself?

Present Zoe: really?!, well that would be interesting, where would you like to take me?

Future Zoe: how about that beach bar we've never been to? We can pretend to be twins and see how the night goes.

Present Zoe: yeah, why not?