Arrested

I'd been about to cross the street, splash sneaker-first through that puddle when you caught my arm. Rain-straightened hair spun across my face.

I should have felt you coming.

"Long time, no see," you said. Your smile was the same under the dark hood. "How've you been?"

Do you want to know?

"Of course I do."

You hadn't always.

"Yes, I did."

I smile.

"You look great, you know."

Thank you.

"Hey, can I come by later? You're usually around after practice, right?"

Sure.

"Great."

But just to warn you -

I might not always be there.