The Nameless Deal

Usually my Tuesday night runs are uneventful, however, I'm still not sure what compelled me to take a different route, a route that would ultimately lead me to the lookout my small town apparently has. The beauty of the scenery was expected, what wasn't expected was him. We're like fire and ice, we just don't go together. He claims it's his lookout. He's everything I hate, yet I find myself coming back every Tuesday night, telling him about my week, and him telling me about his, which turns into us telling each other about our lives. I don't know his name, and he doesn't know mine. We're keeping it that way. That's our deal.