When I got to the window, I ordered a pretzel and a soda. Just as I started to pull my money out of my pocket, a hand reached in front of me, handing the man money.

I looked at the hand and followed it to its attached face. Marcus. I was expecting to see him tonight, but not this close.

"Can we talk?"

I don't know why I was so surprised that he was talking to me. Maybe it was the anxiousness.

The man behind the window put my food through it and I quickly grabbed it. Without answering Marcus, I walked away hoping he wouldn't pursue me.

"Come on, [User]." I stopped in my tracks when he said that. No way he just called me that. "Don't call me that.”

"What? Look we both messed up, but we should move on and be friends," he continued.

"What? Do you not remember what you did?"

"That wasn't just on me. It went both ways, [User]." "Stop calling me that, dick." He seemed shocked that I called him that.

"You weren't innocent. Sure I was wrong, but so were you."

"Fuck you, Marcus." How could he think that I did anything wrong? He was wrong.

"Didn't you already?"