Moon Walk

 

I was waiting to be picked up by my driver in front of the classroom when you said hi. “Still here?” you asked.

I nodded. “My driver should have arrived 2-3 hours ago. I wonder if something happened”.

You grinned. I wasn’t sure—but it felt like I was being looked down upon.

I pretended not to notice your tease.

“Want to walk home together?” You said.

“Walk?” I answered—puzzled.

“Yeah. You don’t live too far from here, right? I’ll walk you home.”

.

So we walked for 45 minutes.

No conversation.

Only scorching sunlight and the pungent smell of vehicle fumes.

.

I was drenched with sweat by the time we reached the front gate of my house.

I turned to you, “Thanks for walking me home.”

“Ring your doorbell. I’ll wait until you’re inside.”