Sarah Johnson lay flat on her back.

No, she was not injured, or harmed in any way.

She wasn't sad or depressed.

She was, in a word, amazed. She was amazed by the large expanse of inky black sky scattered with light clouds before her. Amazed that she could be so small, the world so big – the solar system, the galaxy, the universe so incredibly, astoundingly large. How could there be so many things – people, places, unimaginable numbers of anything and everything; and how could she never have even been farther than her own country?

Overwhelmed by thoughts about what she figured to be insignificance, Sarah sighed softly and closed her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Sarah did not open her eyes, nor did she know whose voice spoke those words. She replied anyway, "I'm dancing with a monkey on my shoulder," she stated this nonchalantly, but soon sighed again, "what does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're lying on your back with your hands folded and eyes closed." The voice replied as it walked slowly closer to Sarah's lonesome figure. "What I'm wondering though is just why you are doing so at one o'clock in the morning."

"Why are you out here at one o'clock in the morning?"

"I asked you first."

"Could that be any more of a childish thing to say?"

"No."

"Of course…Let's play a game."

"A game? You're not even looking at me, how can we play a game?"

"It's simple: I'm going to try and guess what you're doing."

"Right…And the point is…?

"To find out what you're doing – duh." She stated this so obviously that he just had to chuckle (it was, of course, a he – the deep voice gave it away).

"Ok then, guess away."

"Excellent. Are you…running?"

"Am I – what?"

"Answer the question." She didn't say this harshly, simply amusedly.

"Um…no, I'm not running…"

"Are you walking?"

"No."

"Are you jumping?"

"Wha-. No, I'm not jumping."

"Are you riding a silent unicycle whilst wearing a ridiculously over-the-top clown suit?'

"No – wait, what?!"

"Are you riding a – well I really don't want to repeat the entire question, so are you or aren't you?"

He laughed at this; she was quite an unusual character, but a funny one. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing."

"I figured – I mean; if you're not running, walking or jumping, what else could you possibly be doing?" A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. It was a rare person who would accept her sense of humour.

"Riding a silent unicycle of course – though, I would think my breathing would be a little more ragged wouldn't you?"

"Depends on how good an unicyclist you are."

"Well then, wouldn't my voice sound strange to you, I would have to be moving a fair bit – riding a unicycle requires some wheel movement you know," he humoured.

"You could be doing that thing where they constantly just go back and forth a few inches, but of course, I'm only guessing here."

"Well of course. So, what's your name?"

"What's yours?"

"I asked you first."

"Resorting to that old line again are we?" She chuckled.

"Jake."

"…Is a name."

He chuckled, "Is my name."

"Caitlin."

"…Is your name."

"No, Caitlin is a name that I like. Sarah is my name."

"Right," he said while laughing. "And why are you out here Sarah?"

"Because I wanted to ponder the infinite amount of possibilities in the universe, a large majority of which I'm yet to be involved in," she answered quite honestly. "And I was hoping to come across an unicyclist."

"Well, I should probably tell you then, I'm not really riding a unicycle; in fact, I've never ridden one in my life."

"I'm disappointed."

"…I can pull off a pretty good clown suit, though." Sarah laughed fully at this, probably in a more heartfelt way than she had laughed in a long time.

"And why are you out here, Jake?" Sarah inquired after she had calmed down a bit.

"As I came back to my dorm from the library, I found that my room mate had put up a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. I figured it would be safest if I just went for a walk for a while."

"Ah, I see."

"Why haven't you opened your eyes yet?" Jake asked this as he sat down next to Sarah.

"Isn't it better to know someone through conversation first, compared to first knowing them through what they look like and who they are under a more socially pressured situation?"

"You're a very intelligent girl – or should I say woman - aren't you, Sarah?"

"Ah," Sarah gave a long sigh.

"What?" Jake was a little confused.

"Suck up much?" Sarah gave a little smile as she said this.

Jake didn't speak and Sarah could just picture him – whoever he was – appearing somewhat dumbfounded.

"Ok, ok," Jake said after a several moments of silence in which he was shocked and she was amused (though still with her eyes closed). "So maybe I'm sucking up a little – what can I say: you intrigue me; I like you."

"How on Earth do I intrigue you?" Sarah asked, astounded that he would make such a statement.

Jake couldn't help but laugh at this – she sounded so indignant, amazed. "Well for one: you haven't opened your eyes since I began talking to you, something which I find strange – it's practically human nature to be curious about those we meet and you having not looked at me once has sparked my own curiosity. Two: your sense of humour is rather amusing. Three: I love the fact that you're so free of judgement – another natural human instinct. And four: the reason I came over here – you're extremely beautiful, and it is in my human nature to want to at the very least look into your eyes, which I am yet to see."

Sarah was, in a word, stunned. After a moment's silence she spoke, "So would you still be intrigued with me if I did open my eyes?"

"Of course, my interest would probably only increase."

Sarah smiled at this and slowly opened her eyes to look at the shadowed figure sitting next to her.

Jake gasped. Sarah had the darkest and yet brightest eyes he had ever seen – they were dark brown, practically black and yet had a twinkle, a spark of such life that he had never seen before. He gaped at Sarah, open-mouthed for quite a while.

Though he could not see properly in the dark of the night, Sarah blushed under Jake's intense gaze – what could she say? He was a handsome man - black hair, baby blue eyes and an athletic build.

"So, uh…How would you like to have dinner with a unicyclist?" Jake said softly.

"I'd like that very much," Sarah whispered.

Jake stood up, offering his hand to Sarah, "I make great clown food, and I can probably whip something up for that monkey dancing on your shoulder too if you like." Sarah laughed at this as Jake grinned.

Walking together in the direction of the college dorms, the two didn't speak too much, but both could sense the beginning of something special.

Maybe insignificance in the universe isn't so bad after all.