What do you do when the wind brings you a cute guy? 

The leaves weren't still, they danced gently along to the gentle breeze. The wind seemed to whistle back at me. It's hot.

In the shadow of the tree, we stayed. He’s close. Draco purred as Mr. guy stroked his fur.

Tall. Long black hair. Thick eyebrows. Thick eyelashes. Dark eyes. Handsome. 

He was hearing light faded jeans, a blue shirt with a cartoon truck on it, beat-up shoes, half of his hair was tied back.

Mr. guy was cute.

“What’s his name?”

“Draco.”

He baby talked Draco.

“How bout your owner?” again a smile.

“Gab, you?”

“Martin,” he offered his hand. Our hands were the same size, interlocked in a handshake. My vision looked like a vertigo shot. Martin grew closer but he actually didn't. Everything behind him pushed back but it didn't.

Martin and I talked. 

I asked if he had a cat - yes, 2.

He asked how many I had - 6.

I asked about his shirt - he got it at the thrift store beside the pharmacy.

I told him I got my hat there too.

He said it was cute - my hat.

Films, cats, books, cats, clothes, music, cartoons, cats. We talked and I couldn't properly comprehend anything.

The people were out. Birds filled the sky and sound space. The sun was in the west. I said I should go - Draco was getting antsy, he said he should too. I said I was going Townsite, he was too. 

The sky was deep violet and fiery red, the temperature dropped. Streetlights were on, I felt hot. He got off my bike, skateboard in his hands, he said goodbye to Draco, he said goodbye to me. He looked at me, looked in my eyes, he smiled and I smiled back. I went on my way, I looked back and he stood there, I shouted one last goodbye.