Just the Two of Us

After sending our friends off and realizing it was just the two of us who’d missed the bus, something sank heavily in the pit of my stomach. I felt guilty, wondering if I’d caused trouble over nothing more than a sketchbook, and couldn’t bring myself to say anything -- when he, clueless as ever, blurted out something infuriating. We bickered as if we’d never see each other again, but only for a moment. In the darkened terminal, we checked each other’s true feelings and made up. Shivering from the cold, we eventually set out to see if there was somewhere we could go inside.