What’s all the fuss about?

“As I live and breathe…”

Thumbs hooked in jeans pockets,

Pelvis jutting forward.

“There is jazz in the park tonight.”

Sweat glands activated,

Erratic avoidance of eye contact.

“A drink first.”

Backward glance,

A slow gait.

“A drink first.”

A quick flutter of the fingers,

Foot forward to the kitchen.

“You know where everything is”

Arms spread on top of couch,

Ankle on ankle.

“Of course.”

Facial capillaries dilating,

Equilibrium off.

“Well…”

Beginnings of a smirk,

Eyes narrowing.

“You’ve always been better at this.”

Squint, arms folded,

Fingers clenched in a cradle.

“Oh?”

Guffaw and knee slap.

Dismissive whisk of hand.