Sunday, 5 May 2013

The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still things that can surprise us. (Francois de La Rochefoucauld)

I tossed the rest of my snowcone in the trash. I didn’t want it to end but I was too cold to go on eating it. I wished he had been wearing a sweater to share; that would have been romantic. I even wish he had taken the initiative to put his arm around me. Really I couldn’t complain though considering all the pleasant surprises that I had already received from this perfect Sunday.

It wasn’t over yet though. We walked to the car in the nearly empty parking lot. He teased me about something, I don’t remember what now. He looked at me with this magical sort of look and I thought: here it is, he’s going to kiss me.

He didn’t.

Someone heckled out from behind us. Two long lanky teenagers called out something we couldn’t hear.

“What?” asked Christian. They walked toward us. They must have been lost, I assumed. As they neared and I saw their meager clothes I wondered if Christian had done some outreach activity that brought him to them. He was such a great guy I just couldn’t believe he was here with me. What had I ever done to deserve–

“Drop to the ground and give us all your money!”

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