nothing like a good ‘ol evening stroll through the neighborhood, breathing in the cool evening air, and chatting with my mate.
yes, my mate.
who never ever, ever (well, except that one time…) walks with me.
i didn’t even ask. just said i was putting on my Nikes. and that i’d be back in a bit. said it as i was jamming my foot into a shoe.
“i’ll go with you,” he said.
‘say what?! yes!’ i secretly cheered.
“oh, sure,” I said aloud. trying to sound like it was no big deal.
but, a big deal it was. it was relationship worthy.
me. rudy. and a conversation. about nothing in particular. the kind of nothing that means everything.