Miniature Disasters

Traffic Cone

You haven't seen that ancient piece of bright (but quite worn out) orange hoodie in years. You thought you'd lost it in one of your previous moves.

You didn't know why it didn't occur to you faster that she must have stolen-- no, kept it, even after your whatever-ship. (Frankly, it wasn't really a relationship nor just a friendship.)

You remember her calling you a traffic cone the first time she saw you wear it. She laughed, and accused you of "wanting to stand out in all of your gwapo-ness."

You grinned. "Hoy! So, who's the traffic cone now?"

She turned and smiled back.