Title, if you want one.
It was 8:30 pm all the kids in the nebiorhood had just got on the bus.
I was out for smokes and coffee a young lady walking her dog by me says good morning and I say it back then she asks how are you? I look at her and she's grinning under her bangs petting her dog. I don't respond I'm shocked, stuck in a question leaving a pretty girl ignored even tho I wanted to say good how are you but I don't think about it.
I think how I don't remember the last time a stranger has asked me how I was let alone a girl, a nice one at that but it doesn't matter
It never does










