Some friendly insight

He goes into
a fishing supply store.

We sit across the street.
Watching.
Waiting.

Madison throws
question after question at me,
and I shoot back
short answers,
too distracted to say
anything more.

I am focused
on the front door.

“Wow, this is bad,” she says.

I whip around to look at her.
“What? What’s bad?”

“You’ve fallen for him, cat.”

“What?” I laugh.
“He’s my friend.
I mean, we only met eight hours ago.”

“I’ve known you a long time, A.
I’ve never seen you like this.”

I turn back to the window.
Watching.
Waiting.
Wrestling

with the idea that my best friend is right.