like

“Cade,” he says, sticking out his hand.

“Amber,” I say, accepting his offer.
The warmth is a shock.
A tremor scurries
down my spine.

“You from around here?” he asks.

“Salem.”

He nods.

“You?” I ask.

“Portland.”

He smiles.
“So. You like jellyfish?”

I bite my lip
to keep from laughing.
Is he going to order me one
like a cheeseburger?

“I love them.”

“Me too.”

What is he,
a great white
circling his prey?

I don’t think I care.