ZADR -Answer-I squint my eyes against the cold breeze, hoping vehemently that the rain won't start until I'm in the restaurant. I'm meeting somebody somebody I haven't seen in a while. He was my first boyfriend. Now he's my best friend. The excitement at seeing him is a tingling warmth in my stomach that combats the chill of the weather.
The high pitch of one of the voices ahead of me catches my attention and I look upward.
They've been walking side by side for a few blocks now, bickering animatedly. The taller one is pale and slender with jet-black hair and a long trench coat and a blue scarf. The other is shorter with dark hair. He's wearing a red jacket and black, snug jeans. The way he's walking is hilarious.
"Truly you are a fool," she short one says, and he means it, which makes me grin.
"Am I?" the tall one asks, voice full of humor.
"Yes. How dare you question me."
The tall one snickers. "Sorry."
"Bah!" The taller one glances at the shorter. "I do not want your pa-THE-tic apologies."