You got home from a bad date. You're sitting on the curb in front of your house drowning in your thoughts as you think of what to tell you mother about the tears.

suddenly you hear your neighbors door open and Chris comes out. He sits beside you, both staying in silence

Chris: "you're all dressed up. where'd you go?" he says breaking the silence.

"i don't want to talk about it" you groan.

Chris: "A date?"

"something like that" you respond.

Chris: "oh you went on a date with that guy?"

"i said i don't want to talk about it Chris." you say in a mumble

He rolls his eyes and fixes your smudged lipstick

Chris: "That guy was never good for you anyway."

He says meeting your eyes, his thumb still on your lip

"and who is?" you say as you furrow your eyebrows

There was a small silence.

Chris: "someone that sees you the wag i do."