awkward chatters fills the air but it was warm and fuzzy. the warmest ice cream shop ever.
i played with the little babies and our stickers and paint by numbers are all spread out the table.
noises.
looks behind for a second.
you were there from an extended invite i did not even know.
i smiled ( i cried for you in june ).
said hi and force a laughter.
you said “its not your baby isnt it?”
“really, that was the first thing you said to me?” almost whispering, half joking. eyes were on us because its a story for the ages. but they were pretending to not see. they hoped to hear. a laughter from your side and a small pat in my head, “how are you?” (that was a first time)
you tried to have the best seat, where our knees touch just like old times, where you can lean your hands in my chair, where you can whisper “can we go for coffee?”
“sure”
“okay”
the group take their photos and stands up
i make sure “right now right? you did not say when, you might have mean next year” and you squinted your eyes, took your key cars into my fingers,
“sekarang. you hold this”
and so our breath hitched.
it was my first time in your car.
