I turned around, furious, and stomped across the lawn, when I saw you-know-who standing on the sidewalk. Crap. Why do I even try to make friends? Hello Cynthia, I thought we learned this lesson back in Colorado.
Him: uh… Hi
Me: What do you want?
I started to walk past him but he moved in my way.
Him: You know, I know this place by a creek, it’s a great place to seethe.
Me: What?
Him: You know, seethe, like vent, or get all the anger out.
Me: No, I know what you meant.
Him: oh.
Silence.
Him: Well, if you want to see it, just let me know.
He brushed past me, heading up the street behind me. Oh shit. Well, here goes.
Me: Wait!
I run after him, but when I catch up I don’t know what to say.
Him: Yes?
Me: ...um, yeah, where is it?
He smiled.
Him: Follow me.