The cookout was going better than expected. Practically the whole neighborhood showed up and seemed to be getting along. However, I hadn’t expected you to show up. It had been a long time since we had seen each other, almost eight months to the day. You strolled in with your husband, said hello to everyone and found a place by the pool to sit and sip your wine cooler. “Strawberry Kiwi” what other flavor had I ever seen you drink? I don’t think I had.
I watched you for only a few minutes until you found your chair before I looked away, the last thing I needed was my wife to see me gawking at you. I’m not even sure where she was at that point. She could have been standing right in front of me and I wouldn’t have noticed. I turned away from you and gave my full attention to the charcoal grill that I was lighting. I would have to go inside and get the pork chops and burgers and brats after I got this lit, maybe I would be able to focus my attention to not fixate on you so much by the time I came back outside.