So?

“So,” he says.

So? I complete.

In between the inhale of nicotine and exchange of words, we build tension because that’s all we know how to. “You’re always busy doing things,” he says and I do a little curtsy in the seat of my chair. I tilt my head back to feel the cold brush against my skin, making the tiny hairs tippy-toe and reach for more. Summer is coming easy this year— without the stress and pain of romance that is. Funny how it makes all the difference.