Sighting

I remember being on my bus route to school for the first day of my eighth grade year, dressed all emo with what I thought were the coolest vertically striped black and white jeans, only to find at the next bus stop there was another emo kid about a year younger than me wearing a similar pair of vertically striped black and white jeans and sat right across the aisle of the bus. I was too scared to talk to this kid the whole bus ride. Until the end of the day when they finally broke the ice on the bus ride home by asking to sit next to me. From there we were friends until you moved away a few months later and I always wondered how you’ve been.

A coffee on the house.