Two hours before I had to get ready for the party, Hiro asked to speak with me outside. At first, I hesitated because of the weird pull, but after a minute, decided to join him. The whole walk to the pond was quiet and for some reason I was nervous. Suddenly he stopped in front of me forcing me to almost run into him, “sorry,” I said, not meeting his gaze.
“It’s my fault, I stopped too soon,” he said, as if it were a metaphor for something deeper. Either that or I just wanted it to be.
“That’s ok. So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked as I turned towards the pond.
“How is your relationship going,” he asked, shocking me, because he never asked. It was the one topic that felt off limits and for good reasons.
“Great. Never better. Why do you ask anyway?” I asked because I had no i
