I walked around aimlessly. The blue restroom pass swinging from my wrist as I walked. I leaned up against a wall, lyrics being screamed into my ear from my earbud. Not earbuds. The left one blew out a month ago.
You walked out of the restroom, wiping your hands on your jeans. You stared. I ignored. You kept on walking past me.
My stomach growled. You must've heard. You walked back to me.
Restroom Guy: "Do you want a pickle?"
Me: "What?"
Restroom Guy: "You know, salty cucumber."
Me: "Um, sure?"
You put one of your hands in your black jacket.
Restroom Guy: "Here"
Me: "What the hell. And why do you have a jar of pickles in your pocket?"
You shrugged
Restroom Guy: "Just leftover from lunch."
Me: "Thanks."
Restroom Guy: "Eh, seemed like you were in a bit of a pickle."
I smacked your arm
